Write two haiku about: difficult choices.
Becky and I managed to harvest all 37 pounds of blackberries that local customers ordered. We'd decided to offer deals for three and five pound boxes because we knew there were so many berries out there and people were happy to take advantage of that.
Pretty sure we've never had this many blackberry orders in previous years. Typically by this time in the season we start thinking about shutting down Tuesday orders but we're still going strong this year.
Back to the bakery madness tomorrow morning.
Hmm. Her, her, or her?
But how can I choose just one?
Can't I have them all?
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That guy is a creep.
Yeah, but he's the only dude
checking me out, so...