Coming Clean about some Wack inner dialogue and Mother's Day Didn't Suck as much as it usually does.

I'm cleaning out this sweet little spot. Wood from Lickety Split Wood Service turned into a planter/pants filled w/spider plants. I remember learning somewhere that Spider Plants oxygenate like crazy with their trendles of reaching/falling green goodness. So here's that wacky inner-dialogue I was having:
"This dried up old bark has Got To go...eww but it's in the area where this tree's clitoris should be ...no... that's further in the crotch area, so it's Not like I'm circumcising it's clit...eww...sad. like those girls in Egypt...yuck. No, it's not like that. This bark is more on the outer parts so it's like I'm giving it a bikini wax...exfoliating. Yeah, that's better. Oh, yeah! that looks good. "