The Fruits (Vegetables, actually) of my Labour

The spinach:

The Radish:

Oh Bother...

I've given up on keeping this thing (the blog) private. In hindsight, I'm feeling a little sheepish that perhaps I overreacted to the offensive comment (though it still makes me angry). What it really boils down to, though, is that I have to sign in every time I log on to my blog, which I do every few days because that's how I access everyone else's blogs. So I've thought about it and I think that my laziness is going to trump security. And while that does sound kind of bad, I've convinced myself that it's probably not nearly as dangerous as I'd made it up to be. That being said, I'm still going to keep comment moderation on, in the event that any more "anonymous" peeps feel the need to vent their perversions in my space.

11-year-old boy jokes

There have been a lot lately, but this one made me laugh till I cried:

Dylan: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Dylan: "Flush Yurp"
Me: Flush Yurp........who?!!!!!

(say it out loud and giggle with me!)