*facepalm*
As has become my winter break tradition, I spent most of the last two days deciphering my dad's longhand and turning it into a decent-looking gladiolus bulb catalog. This meant typing up descriptions of 72 different varieties of gladiolus, as well as making a spiffy cover, and trying to keep Open Office.org from crashing whenever I moved the order form in the final copy. Last night, I dreamed about the damn catalog. I think I take my work to seriously.
Here, have a picture of a pile of flowers that I took over the summer:
This variety is called Orchid Lace, and if pressed, I could tell you the person
who hybridized it, and the year its bulbs were introduced to the public for purchase.
Also, this damn cold that I caught from my nephews on Christmas Eve is still hanging on. Persistent little virus, I'll give it that.
Here, have a picture of a pile of flowers that I took over the summer:
This variety is called Orchid Lace, and if pressed, I could tell you the person
who hybridized it, and the year its bulbs were introduced to the public for purchase.
Also, this damn cold that I caught from my nephews on Christmas Eve is still hanging on. Persistent little virus, I'll give it that.
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