The things we do for love
There's this big, overgrown lilac bush in the back yard that D. asked me to trim back. What she fails to understand is that lilacs are like hydras, and trying to cut back the number of limbs just produces more limbs. Their power of regeneration is stupefying. So, why have I just spent an hour and a half in the hot sun whacking away at this lilac bush?
I guess so I can come lolloping up and say, "See what I did for you?" and get a pat on the head. My brain knows that it'll just grow back worse than ever, but my heart conspires to forget what my brain knows sometimes. This explains so much about human behavior, both good and bad, doesn't it?
I guess so I can come lolloping up and say, "See what I did for you?" and get a pat on the head. My brain knows that it'll just grow back worse than ever, but my heart conspires to forget what my brain knows sometimes. This explains so much about human behavior, both good and bad, doesn't it?