Saturday, July 01, 2006
The blood of berries is on my hands
My mother made me go berry picking today. She promised I would only have to pick one basket...she lied. It was wet. Slugs were out. We did an hours work and then PAID $30 for it. My knees hurt and are covered with wet stinky hay. I'm going to kill myself...by eating all the berries before she gets a chance to make them into delicious pies and jams.
I'm not sexist but never go berry picking with a woman (or anyone else for that matter).
I'm not sexist but never go berry picking with a woman (or anyone else for that matter).
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