As though it is not enough for the giant Oak tree out back to unleash hordes of pollen, hence forth turning my shoes yellow while chasing a baby around the back yard for an hour, this right here totally is a good reason to hate it.
I told Laura to shake her. But it didn't work.
Next thing I knew the baby was covered in the Oak junk too.
Geeze, can't I can't a break?
Let it be known, tomorrow ole Ellard shall be shaved.
And so will Annie (my sister's large strip of doggie velcro).
And then, I will refuse to sweep until the end of spring...no matter how deep the Oak junk gets.
Not really...it will get swept up again and again.