Holding on with One Leaf

One of the trees I transplanted is still holding on to life. All of its leaves fell off except for one. It remains, and with it remains my optimism that she'll pull through.

If the leaf happens to fall, then I'm essentially left with a stick in a bucket. My neighbors think me pathetic, but when this thing blooms blaum the tide will turn.

Of course, my other trees have been less fortunate. Tonight I discovered that Michelle had plans to light my super-dry pine "tree" on fire one day, just to see the shock on my face.

That actually would have been pretty funny; I'd be wondering to myself how dry was that thing!?

One little week of school left, and oddly it's all economics stuff. wtf.

oioi diaper bags oooooh!