The temptation started on day 2, actually, but it's been festering for hours now. Last night Amy emailed that a local non-profit is offering gardening classes in October on growing vegetables in the off-season, and on heirloom & unusual fruit for our area. Sign me up! But wait--tickets are $15. Even though the classes are about food, I don't think you could keep a straight face while arguing that buying the tickets is either a food or an energy pruchase. Unless you were Sarah Palin, in which case you would accompany the whopper with the kind of manic winking normally encountered in truck stop waitresses who wear lime green eyeshadow and banana-bunch earrings.
So I'm not going to the classes. But I just called the non-profit's office and they are going to collect copies of the handouts for me, and possibly post the information on the web. I think we can chalk this one up in the success column.
But anyway, speaking of winking:
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