Welcome to May! Let us write about: the lion tamer.
This morning I picked up the rest of the soil we needed, and then after lunch I finished filling up our backyard boxes. Kat's already got a herb plant in there (Italian parsley, I think), and I'm sure we'll have them packed full of goodness real soon.
It was a beautiful, sunny day, but tomorrow is expected to be rather crappy. I think I shall take it off and rest up.
"They'll never eat it."
"It's worth a shot," Tom said with a shrug. "I have to try. I can't take it anymore."
"It's your funeral."
"Thanks for the encouragement." Tom pulled two boxes out of his plastic grocery bag and took a deep breath. "All right, here goes nothing."
"And here I am, without any popcorn to enjoy the show."
"I can see now why the poor clowns are so terrified that you'll steal their jobs," Tom said before stepping into the lion enclosure and closing the gate behind him. Shaking both boxes so that their contents rattled loudly, he called out, "Okay, you smelly-breathed bastards! Who wants a Tic Tac?"