Good grief. I believe this is the very definition of snarky.
Go, read that piece of twattle, I'll wait.
What the hell was that woman thinking when she wrote that? She is billed as a horticulturalist, for pity's sake. Apparently her definition of horticulture does not include "plants raised for food". She probably thinks boobs were invented purely for male entertainment. Words cannot express my disappointment and wrath. (found via La Harlot's Twitter stream. Someone there called it "dense sarcasm". Maybe so, but I still think it sucks.).
Cleanse-the-palate time. Read this. Now THAT is more like it. Hmmmph.
ETA: A friend commented to me in an email: "I don't believe she is a horticulturalist -- horticulturalists are nice."
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Crap. It had been delightfully springlike here this week. Until this morning when there was a dusting of snow on the ground. Crap.
See all that blue stuff? Snow. See that red X in a circle? That's where I live. I may be in Minneapolis right now, but I will be in the middle of the X for the weekend. All I can say is that there better not be any more snow coming out of the sky or I am gonna really, really pissed.
And that's all I have to say about that.
(Or not. The weekend forecast is for partly cloudy and highs in the 50s. If we get any snow out of that I will eat my socks. With hot sauce.)
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Well. Now that I have spoiled your day with my ranting, I'll try to make it up to you. Here is the Ashby family from the Itty Bitty Kitty Committee:
Aren't they just the cutest thing you have seen today?
Have a great weekend!