You were so bad!
I understand that I let you grow and grow and grow!
In my hindsight, I should have cut you off when you were younger.
But, I had no idea that the older {and longer} you got that you would get a hard personality {or outside}.
I could not even get the dog to chew you.
I wish I had known better. I failed you as a parent.
So, off to the compost you go.
Sniff. Sniff.
Goodbye my okra child.
This message has been brought to you:
from a grieving okra pseudo-farmer who has hopefully learned her lesson.
from a grieving okra pseudo-farmer who has hopefully learned her lesson.
Ever have those kind of children? Please share a remedy for the next time!
Blessings to you! You are loved!
