The wind is buffeting the turnips quite violently this morning. Their parents won’t be happy.
I spent most of last week drawing faces on them with PERMANENT MARKER and now with the thaw I fear they may be turning sour.
Nothing worse than a sour turnip with a Romanian Smile painted on the wrong side.
The Governor doesn’t like them either, which means they’ll most likely lose support in the next budget. Some people have the audacity to call this spring. Liars.