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Tom Coburn is a Big Fat Jerk


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Sunday, April 24, 2005

I murdered my tomatoes and basil

I knew there was a late frost coming in last night. Unusual, but not unheard of for this time of year.

And I was thanking my lucky stars I hadn't had time to get everything in the ground, especially my lovely, lovely tomato plants.

So yesterday afternoon, I moved the flats of tomatoes and basil to a protected area, and planned to bring them in later in the evening. Except I got spaced out and fell asleep.

And this morning, I find they're dead. Dead as doornails. Wilted, that horrid froze look to them --- dead.



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