What the flying figgity lawdamn cuss word?
Neglect your green beans for a few days of margaritas, a modicum of partying in the back with visiting friends…
and partying in the side…
…and maybe the other side, too…
The point is, leave your green beans on their own for just a little while and they will hide out in the shadows, multiply, get full of themselves,
AND BEGIN TO BELIEVE THEY ARE ZUCCHINI!
To put this into perspective, I have man hands.
So these beans, nearly as fat as my man fingers and twice as long, are not goofing around! These are some meaty beans. They got some junk in the trunk. They are, however, still delicious–surprisingly, not pithy or stringy at all. I’ll cut them up tonight with a batch of beets I harvested today, too.
In other news:
1. Screw it. You win this round, weeds.
4. Who knew squirrels would dig up your onions? And for no reason other than squirrels are assholes.
5. Speaking of assholes, Paris Hilton the Cat is gone. Her family has moved to West Virginia and now there is a poop-in-my-garden-box sized hole in my heart. Sure, she was a mean-spirited, filthy, spiteful, pink-collared, entitled, brat of a cat, but she was my Nemesis. I guess you could say: Paris Hilton, you completed me.