If he hadn't cut back that rose branch by sunday I would have hacked it off myself.

Hello!

This is Older Gal. I think I made up this blog solely for the purpose of saying this one thing:

The grandpa: Look, there's the guy in the blue shirt.
The boy: Yeah, that guy works in the garden!

That guy who works in the garden, also known as The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken, is my dad. I totally gave the boy a high-five for that, and then immediately felt indignant on my dad's behalf.