Lol Sue, my sweet tooth says the hell with letting them cool, just cut and eat
You'd have laughed at how hard it was for me to wait.
We had a salted caramel brownie a la mode last night that was incredible! But those look even better ������
Unless yours was medicated, I beat you Dabber.
Did you and AB get the panda film up? I'll have to swing by AB's yard to catch up. I've been having so much fun this week staying as high as I can I'm losing touch with the grows. Still haven't found my cut-off point. Lol!
THANK YOU, it does happen, but it goes away so much faster when you medicate the problem into the past. Don't want to live in the past now do we, NOPE, then medicate...hahahaha. It really works for brain patients that way. We are literally distracted from our humanness.
Cheers to yah...
PS...loving your stories as I sit in the background. If you hear me knocking things over in the back, I apologize in advance.
Such a clutz, i am...
It catches me off guard when it happens these days, because since I started deliberate waking things just don't bother me anymore the way they used to. It's notable that I haven't apologized for the rant. They deserved to hear the outrage. They changed the sign to read no more than one child unaccompanied by an adult at a time. I may call corporate and ask which children they're targeting.
My daughter wants me to simply Let. It. Go.
She's right, of course, and I'll follow her advice.
One of these days your ECS is going to surprise you with a renewed sense of balance, and clutziness may vanish into "things that used to be."
Nothing in my house is so valuable that breaking it would stop the world from turning. You feel free to be as clutzy as you need to be.
that is stunning. My one real weakness. Brownies
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I do enjoy playing that note for you keltic.
Good morning everyone
I'm in the middle of doing drenches. The new bottles haven't arrived yet, so I started with the flowering girls, and I have to share that I had exactly enough to get all of them fed today.
In SweetSue's universe there always enough. In fact, the mantra I live by is "Always more than enough." This time I squeezed under the wire, but I made it, and that's all that really counts, isn't it?
I've already had one brownie, consumed as I began the drenches, but I'm thinking this is my birthday week and it'd be a shame if I passed up the opportunity to have another one before I make breakfast.
Yeah.... I feed the girls before I feed me. I'd bet my life I'm not the only one. Lol!
Guys..... I'll be honest here.....when he died I wasn't sure I'd get back to who I was without him by my side. Here I am, over two years later, having the time of my life, knowing he's off somewhere exploring this marvelous universe, and yet right here beside me. I figure he's the one taxed with the job of getting me and the next man I'll outlive together. After all, who knows me better than he does? I think he's proud of who I became when he transitioned. It brought him a great deal of reassurance on the way out that he knew I was settled into this neighborhood, surrounded by those who'd love me right back to Susan.
You've all done a fabulous job of that, I case I haven't made that perfectly clear.
Back on topic....I was drenching the tents and thinking I need one more along this wall. What do you think?
They only run around $70, and I'm thinking I might get one for Christmas, if I can work some fiscal magic between now and then. The trick is not spending it all on my daughter.
The desire is growing strong enough I may not be able to resist it much longer.
Having one more space for flowering might be enough for me. Might being the operative word. These 2x2 tents seem to work best in my space. They're so much easier to hide than the big tent.
Before I wander off to explore euphoria on new levels I wanted to encourage you to go out of your way to share the joy I know you feel flowing from your depths. Hey, I grow this stuff too, and I know how happy it makes you to grow, so let the universe benefit from your garden as you reach out to be more loving in this oft-confused world.
This is the time of the year when people feel the most isolated. If we generate atmospheres of unbridled joy we positively effect those who pass near us as well as those we choose to interact with. I think of us as islands of loving. Come near us and you'll be touched by the magic.
Saggitarrian woman here. I think the universe was made to express loving in new and wonderful ways.
I'll leave you for the moment with a shot of one of my best CBD Critical Cures to grace my grow spaces.
CBD CC 2.6 just started her flush week. She'll come down sometime in the next two weeks. Smells so good my mouth waters every time I open the tent.
What a beauty she's turned out to be.
Off to feed my grumbling stomach. Lol! I'll catch you later.
... I never realized what that really means. 
Your story reminds me of being 15 minutes from home on a walk with the dog. Oops. Broad daylight, nice residential neighborhood and nary a "rest stop" anywhere. 15 minutes. Not gonna make it. After several minutes of walking rapidly and stiffly, I managed to find some bushes in an alley next to some garbage cans, with no windows in the direct line of sight. 
Twas very hard on my identity. I mean ... honestly. How does an old guy justify or explain that?
