Selling produce at the farmer’s market in Old Town.
Update: In yesterday’s comments, someone suggested a blog devoted to vegetable puns. I’m a-maized by that idea. Lettuce all think about it. It’s bean awhile since I’ve stretched my imagination like that, but please don’t leek it to the press. It could work if it doesn’t squash creativity. It might be very corny and doesn’t leave mushroom for error, but maybe readers wouldn’t carrot all.
Been looking for my keys, and I hope they turnip soon. If Denton is on a time out, he can’t come with us to the zuccini? Passante’s car broke down, but I avocado. Hope you didn’t pea your pants over that one. But if you did, I yam not going to tell anyone.