I’ve Got a Seedy Husband

This afternoon while picking up the house in preparation for overnight guests, I noticed Aaron sitting at the table, meticulously leaning over little see-through envelopes, digging around in our small indoor compost bin.

“Weirdo,” I thought, and kept on cleaning.

A few minutes later he summons me to the living room to show me his completed project.


He harvested seeds from a bolted cilantro plant, giant zinnias and some other stuff that would require wiry gray hair, a fluffy mustache and a pipe to be able to pronounce.


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