"There ain't no flowers. They got burnt up in the flood." "OF SUNSHINE!!!"
"There aren't any flowers - they all burned up in the flood of sunshine."
"The flowers were all wilted and gone, burned up in the flood of sunshine."
Creativity pours from this house.
Okay, some are wilted and gone, or never to be at all.
But some still hold promise.
Some are still there.
O Hai Dog n' Cat.
I'm trying to convince Jimi that my collection will be worth something one day.
What's the current scrap value of beer bottles?
O HAI, more flowers that haven't burned up in the flood.
Maybe I am watering them enough, Steven.
MOAR? NO WAI!
Ukulele at rest.
Ukulele at play.
He can't stop raging about my split pea soup, which is awesome, because it's the first time I've ever made it, and it's the first time he's ever had it. What a win! I don't know if I did it right, and he doesn't know if I did it wrong! YAY!