The Gift of Mulch
It's been a pretty good day, if you must know. I exchanged a series of hilarious emails with The Girl, wherein we used the Google Translator (me) and BabelFish (her) to send each other increasingly bizarre love notes in what I like to call "Machine French" (which brings to mind nightmare visions of killer robot mimes, but whatever). One of the more innocent examples: "il ne veut pas faire pipi dans son raccoon...", which is translated by BabelFish as "it does not want to make wee in its raccoon..." And no, I'm not going to explain what that might mean.
I've also been catching up on my blog reading, including the extremely cool FluidPudding, who not only provided a recipe for PIG CANDY, but also managed to work in a reference to Frank Zappa, which earns her my undying respect. Today's post has Miz Pudding ruminating on what to get her husband for their 4th anniversary, and one of her readers mentions that she got her husband mulch. MULCH. I don't believe that I've EVER HEARD of a more completely awesome gift in my life. In fact, I like it so much that I'm going to give "The Gift of Mulch" to various friends and relations this holiday season.
Strangely enough, there are only two things that I've won in my entire life. The first thing is phones. Between 6th and 9th grade, I won a grand total of 4 telephones. They all sucked. The only other thing I've won is mulch. I am not making that up. My parents took me to a Nursery Show when I was a teenager, and I spun a wheel at the Kellogg booth, and won two bags of mulch.
And now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with MulchLand.
I've also been catching up on my blog reading, including the extremely cool FluidPudding, who not only provided a recipe for PIG CANDY, but also managed to work in a reference to Frank Zappa, which earns her my undying respect. Today's post has Miz Pudding ruminating on what to get her husband for their 4th anniversary, and one of her readers mentions that she got her husband mulch. MULCH. I don't believe that I've EVER HEARD of a more completely awesome gift in my life. In fact, I like it so much that I'm going to give "The Gift of Mulch" to various friends and relations this holiday season.
Strangely enough, there are only two things that I've won in my entire life. The first thing is phones. Between 6th and 9th grade, I won a grand total of 4 telephones. They all sucked. The only other thing I've won is mulch. I am not making that up. My parents took me to a Nursery Show when I was a teenager, and I spun a wheel at the Kellogg booth, and won two bags of mulch.
And now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with MulchLand.
coughed this up at 5:06 PM
7 El Commentos:
Jeez, only YOU would have a link for the phrase "killer robot mimes"...
Also, I think I'll be avoiding you come Xmastime. No offense, but you know, I think I'm good on mulch for now.
Every Gift of Mulch will be accompanied by a Gift of Pork. Just so you know.
Right. And the nice people who work in the airport and carry guns won't think that I'm planning to make fertilizer bombs or sneak in those evil foreign agricultural products when I heft my carry-on bag of MULCH onto the x-ray machine.
quite whining. i'll write you a note. i'm sure that'll be ok.
besides, you could always bribe them with pork.
Is this a private conversation or can anyone join in?
sure! mulch for everyone!
Hiii! How awesome is this? I never thought I'd be so excited to comment a blog before! <3
I owe you CDs, huh? *sigh* I'm SERIOUSLY going to get around to it! I SWEAR!
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