I've resolved to stick Love Buttons in public places for people to take as they see fit. I started with the community bulletin board in our lobby. But The Love Guerilla will strike again! Oooga Booga! (that's the cry of The Love Guerilla)
That's what I'm calling her from now on, Chelsea Chives, my Garden Goddess with the edible hair who's sleeping on the steps outside my kitchen through her third winter. She disappeared under the snow for awhile but poked her face out this weekend to wash it in the winter rain; by now she's probably pulled the blanket of snow that's falling outside as I write this over her head again. Sweet dreams, gorgeous!
Everyone complains about spam, but spam is made out of photons and electrons and disappears with a click of a mouse. This rubbish is horribly wasteful and pernicious in so many ways. Every night I (like you, I'd imagine) pull a pile like this out of my mailbox and drop it directly into the recycling bin. This poppycock has got to stop!
(Editor's Note: See if you can guess which two words were changed to make this post fit for human consumption!)