I feel it is my wifely duty to make sure he gets his money's worth out of said purchase. Just sayin'.
In related news, I, Amber Leigh Tidd Murphy, do not have green thumbs. Tasks like mulching and weeding and sowing and reaping are really not in my arsenal of talents. That's why my neighbors have cutespice flower beds and I have overgrown shrubs and some out of control greenery from a failed attempt a few years ago. (I want to call it very all very organic looking, but that would be a lie. What it is, is a hot mess.)
(Though I don't dig outdoorsy gardening, I do prune the interior. Let's not get carried away.)
Now, I could go all writerly here, and use some lame metaphor about weeding and pruning ones first draft, but since I haven't completed my MS, I am not allowed to do that. I sent my inner editor packing. She's currently out of town with my filter, tact, and discretion. They are vacationing somewhere with prettier (exterior) landscapes.
When my inner editor returns, perhaps she will help with my Beta Club rewrite.
p.s. I wonder if she's any good with a weedwacker.
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I kill plants. Not on purpose, we just don't seem to get along too well!
And I have never in my life mowed grass. And I'm proud of it!!!
And he is tall, and can get things that are too high for my 5foot self to reach.