Comments on: the dirt under my nails http://www.dynagirl.com/2006/05/31/the-dirt-under-my-nails/ hasn't gotten around to a redesign since 2004 Thu, 16 Jun 2011 04:13:25 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Miriam http://www.dynagirl.com/2006/05/31/the-dirt-under-my-nails/comment-page-1/#comment-554 Miriam Wed, 07 Jun 2006 15:13:41 +0000 http://www.dynagirl.com/?p=1850#comment-554 Thanks! You can tame yours, though -- and gosh what a great space and actual sun. It must be a really interesting zone to work in. Give the clean-out a half-hour every day and you'll be amazed what you get done in a week. As to your other question, I sympathize ;) -- but WTF is up with the plastic bags thrown over the fence?! Thanks! You can tame yours, though — and gosh what a great space and actual sun. It must be a really interesting zone to work in. Give the clean-out a half-hour every day and you’ll be amazed what you get done in a week.

As to your other question, I sympathize ;) — but WTF is up with the plastic bags thrown over the fence?!

]]> By: raqui http://www.dynagirl.com/2006/05/31/the-dirt-under-my-nails/comment-page-1/#comment-553 raqui Mon, 05 Jun 2006 07:33:19 +0000 http://www.dynagirl.com/?p=1850#comment-553 It looks lovely! I feel guilty every time I look at my yard, I has become such a jungle, it is more powerful than I, I go out to untangle a vine & it attacks me & I run into the house........ Anyway, I have a bit more time these days, I'll go out after the sunburn goes away. Speaking of time... how is it that our man in "charge" of, like, everything, has time for bike rides while wierd plastic bags are thrown over his fence, & I don't have time to pick up poop in the garden as often as I really should? Hmmm? It looks lovely!
I feel guilty every time I look at my yard, I has become such a jungle, it is more powerful than I, I go out to untangle a vine & it attacks me & I run into the house……..
Anyway, I have a bit more time these days, I’ll go out after the sunburn goes away.
Speaking of time… how is it that our man in “charge” of, like, everything, has time for bike rides while wierd plastic bags are thrown over his fence, & I don’t have time to pick up poop in the garden as often as I really should? Hmmm?

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