"Richard, look out the window and tell me what's wrong with the greenhouse."
Looking... "Why? What's wrong with it?"
"You don't see anything wrong with it?"
"No, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nevermind. Read the blog when you get to work. And send your supervisor to read it as well."
That last part will never happen. Richard actually admitting it's way crooked won't either, but I've obviously been forced to come to live with these things.
"There was a crooked man, who had a crooked cane. He walked a crooked mile, down a crooked lane... "
He had a crooked smile, and a crooked brain, and though he is a goofball, I love him the just the same.
And that my friends, is what you call "poetic license." And mine is about to be revoked.
A perfectly clear, entirely unbiased, supremely
intelligent, and sublimely realistic view of life.
4 comments:
The greenhouse is not crooked. It is aligned flush to the fence while at the same time angled in a way that allows it to receive maximum light exposure via the suns east/west axis. This not only creates better growing conditions but also creates visual interest from an aesthetical standpoint.
In other words, "crooked." And might I mention, about to be airborne.
And I know you looked up how to spell 'aesthetical." You're not fooling me.
And I know you looked it up to see if I spelled it correctly. The use of 1 single and 1 double quote is all the proof I need.
This from Mr. "Sure, I believe you when you say gullible isn't in the dictionary." Looked that one up, DIDN'T YA??? Loooooooser :P
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