
When I tell people that I'm going to go over my friend's house to weed their mother's garden, they think it's weird. But at the time I agreed to do it, I was basically unemployed and doing just about anything I could to make some money to keep me afloat. Despite having a job now, I stuck to my word and I fulfilled my commitment. It's not an easy job, but Gizmo and I had an alright time. I just hooked his leash to a loop on my jeans and he was able to enjoy the outdoors while I worked. It was cute. Well, he was. I wasn't so cute. Especially when a bee flew in my soda, which I dropped and then ran. Luckily, no one was around to see the mess I made or the panic I was in... this is why I weed when no one is home!
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