…is another man’s wildflower.
That man is my Hubbles.
One of our constant arguments is what is a weed and what is actually a flower? For example, there’s an ugly bunch of weeds in our front yard next to the driveway. They grow like wildfire, they’re kind of spiky, and they have gnarly-looking yellow flowers. Hubbles says they’re flowers, duh. Can’t I see the bright yellow thingimajigs on the stalks? Those are flowers, dear.
Fortunately, I do my weeding when he’s either asleep, at work or playing WoW. High five, internet!
