A little pug farmer for you.
Potato RockThis comes from Canada.
This has a very interesting story. You see there was this farmer, (no, no joke here, real story) and he farmed potatos. And there was a law in the land, sort of a religious law, I forget what this is called at the moment but he was to give his land a rest for a year. He, the farmer, was a greedy man and didn't want to rest his land for a year so God turned all his potatos into rocks. Now it is this huge field that has never been farmed again. It's kind of a touristy thing and people now come to the potato field and harvest the potato rocks.
This is what my auntie tells me and I for one believe her. Why would she lie?
I've kept this rock for many, many years.
Now I know I am a day behind on show and tell but I have looked over everybodys blogs and I see no other rocks. Even Blackbird didn't show and tell a rock. What up people?
Now I have plenty to share, plenty. Part 2 and 3 of my Vegas vacation, my La Jolla eye doctor trip. You know, stuff. So I certainly expect to see more show and tell.
This is what my auntie tells me and I for one believe her. Why would she lie?
I've kept this rock for many, many years.
Now I know I am a day behind on show and tell but I have looked over everybodys blogs and I see no other rocks. Even Blackbird didn't show and tell a rock. What up people?
Now I have plenty to share, plenty. Part 2 and 3 of my Vegas vacation, my La Jolla eye doctor trip. You know, stuff. So I certainly expect to see more show and tell.
