i am never starting a garden again. i know i've said this before, but i mean it this time. owning a garden is a full-time job. i already have a full-time job and that job is not tending to a garden. last time it was the slugs, and i came to terms with that. this time is irreparable. when my neighbor, (who is allowing me to use his name this time around) Dennis, pointed out that i wasn't using any mulch in my garden, i quickly drove down to the walmart and bought a bag of mulch. what my neighbor Dennis failed to mention about mulch is that he has no idea what he's talking about when it comes to mulch. Dennis, a mostly good guy, really screwed me over here though. when i eagerly arrived home with my heaping bag of mulch, Dennis moseyed on over to help. our conversation went exactly as follows:
me: Dennis, i bought my mulch from the walmart
Dennis: that looks like a great bag of mulch, that should do
me: thanks for your help, Dennis
Dennis: no problem
me: let's get mulching
Dennis: let's
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me: Dennis, i think you just ruined my garden
Dennis: unfortunately i think you're right
i am never starting a garden ever again, again.
