I love flowers! The smell and the feel of their brilliantly smooth pedals are breathtaking. I enjoy going outside on a nice warm sunny summer day and dragging the garden hose out and watering them. There is one downside to this activity though. When I am doing it, I have to listen to our neighbor, Zookmottin, moan and complain about all of his mediocre problems. After a while of hearing the same thing over and over again, you learn to tune him out. Some of the stuff I hear unintentionally is absolutely the crudest stuff I have ever heard. He say’s stuff about his ex-wife, having to pay alimony, and all of his wives before that. He says they come and go but never stay long. He doesn’t know why. One day he came over with a head full of steam though. It was pretty bad this time around. As he was stumbling over, I asked him what was up. He said with an extremely oversized attitude that he would show me what was up. I told him to calm down and tell me what happened. He did and started to talk. He said he knew why his wives kept on leaving him without warning. They were being traded for money by the people who were living with him. I was extremely shocked. I had no idea what to say, so I said the first thing that came to my mind. I asked him you know you’re a gnome, right?
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