N is for Love
N is really for Norway, but I moved there for love.
Reader, I married him.
Saturday, 5 May 2012
Saturday snapshot: Or how I learnt gardening.
Yep, that's about all I know. Pull the label out of the plant.
And then run, run away from your sister. Her shirt lapel will get you both.
P.S. Thanks for the SUPER high fringes, ma.
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