The worms are winning - they are in the lead by a good country mile. I did my best to stay but it did not work. I realize that is does not matter if they are big, fat, short, or skinny I leap away from them all. I tried singing to them, speaking kind words, and mostly trying to stay in one place. I asked them in a sweet little voice - please go back in your hole. Nothing worked.
After taking a 'what the hell am I going to do with all those worms' break, I came up with a plan. I will have a grassy spot to place a lawn chair and a small table that way I do not have to dig up that section.
Let see who scores today!
*she bows her head - she softly speaks, I love worms, I love worms*
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John Prine as drawn by my great nephew, Brayden. Ain't it cool. Talented young man he is, 14 years old, and loves to draw. B...
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