Sandy here:
Tonight when we came home (after a happy hour stint--it's amazing how low your tolerance gets when you're pregnant), waiting on our front porch, in a bag, were approximately 24 home grown peaches! No note, just peaches. I've never noticed peach trees in any of our neighbors' yards, but then again, I've never really looked.
Hello peach cobbler!
Friday, September 12, 2008
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They do the same thing in New York City, only they are crack vials. Thanks Crack Fairy!
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