Sunday, August 15, 2004

Tomato TomAto

Sundays suck. And it's raining. Few things blow more than a rainy Sunday. And someone always calls and wakes me up. Never fails. This morning it was my dad at 10:30. He's happy now that his neighbor is talking to him. Because my dad tends to have a big, blunt mouth, he said something to piss The Neighbor The Neighbor didn't speak to my dad all summer. But this morning The Neighbor came over and gave my dad 15 tomatoes. So apparently things are okay. People are so funny. Especially people who are old enough to have neighbors who grow tomatoes. I hope someday I have a neighbor who grows pineapple and watermelon. That would be awesome!

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