From the Mind of Meegs

I know we haven't actually met. My fault. Sometime in the last four months, I should have made my way over to introduce myself. But I haven't.

So this is perhaps an awkward way to begin our relationship, but I have to ask exactly how much fertilizer you put down on that lawn. Because it has been over a week, and everytime I step outside my front door it still smells like I have died and gone to Iowa.

Were you, perhaps, unaware of what fertilizer is made of?

Perplexedly Yours,
meegs