There are things that I just Do Not Get. Like:
–the Pythagorean Theorem
–how to read a compass
–contrast color shirts (where the collar is white, and the shirt is not; for reference, see any dogmatic white politician or Donald Trump. Shudder).
–texting while eating with someone.
–Ayn Rand
–and annuals.
And it’s the last item that is giving me fits. See, we have a backyard and a front area with a little bit of earth. Cool, right? We’ve got growing things and it is a pleasure to look out in the morning and see the rose bushes. But apparently there are plants called “annuals,” which you plant every year, and then wrench out of the earth when they die, because they do not come back. WTF? So every year you have to head to your local gardening center and pony up cash for plants that bloom once, and are then gone? The Understands Annuals Spouse pointed out that the 12 or so dollars he spent on pansies were well worth it, since they lasted for a few months and I smiled every time I saw them. But still. THEY’RE NOT COMING BACK. And we have to do that whole gardening thing each time.
Just baffles me.
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