Dear Girly Girl, This Means War!
Dear Girly Girl,
It isn’t bad enough you ask me for chickens and then give them back or that you and your friend bartered with me for some beets and gave me a piddly amount of chocolate in return, but this, this takes the cake.
Are you ready for this?
Last night as I was pulling in to the driveway I received a text message from Girly Girl.
Girly Girl - Making 10 more right now. This is addicting! 42 jars of blackberry jam and counting!
Mavis - Did you pick all my freakin’ berries?????
Without even waiting for a reply, I whipped the car out of the driveway, and drove over to her house at 9 pm to see what was going on.
Now it all made sense.
For the past 2 weeks I have been unable to find any blackberries in our neighborhood to pick. At first I thought maybe it was Mrs. Hillbilly, but then I realized she only picks a handful at a time. She’s not in it for the major berry haul, just a few here and there for her kids to snack on. So when I received the text from Girly Girl, I knew right away she had been the one stealing my berries for the past 2 weeks.
What a punk!
When I walked into her house I found Chino the Handyman sitting at the kitchen table.
He quickly pointed over to where Girly Girl was as if to rat her out.
She was laughing her little head off.
Basically she is evil.
Girly Girl, you may think this is funny now… but you just wait. You. Just. Wait.