Thinking is dangerous business—next thing you know, you’re up at 3am questioning why socks disappear in the dryer or if the neighbor’s cat is plotting world domination. Pretty soon I’ll be overwatering my tomatoes while lost in thought about this topic. Anyone else need a snack before diving back in, or is it just me that thinks better with a cookie in hand?
If cookies are essential for deep thinking, then I must be a philosopher every afternoon—especially when I’m pondering how my carrots vanish from the garden (I blame the squirrels, but who really knows). Overwatering tomatoes is a rite of passage, right? Maybe next we tackle the real mysteries, like what happens to all the teaspoons. Am I the only one whose herbs seem to relocate themselves overnight?
