Oh my word, y’all.
I abound with delusions. All sorts of them. Someday, I’ll be crafty, efficient, excited to exercise, and who knows what else.
When these potatoes started sprouting, it seemed like a great idea to hold onto them and start potato farming. I mean, I saw an instructional video years ago that sounded like it was super easy and all you needed was a trash can and some dirt. (At least that’s what I remember.)
My 10 year old (she was only 9 at the time) daughter was all for it. We researched, we dreamed, and we considered.
But we didn’t actually do anything.
Making a potato farm out of old tires sounded fun. We kept dreaming and planning.
And then, the very next week on the way to the lake, we had TWO flat tires on our boat trailer!!! What luck!
Yay for us, the members of Future Potato Farmers of America, not so much for Daddy who had to change both flats and then buy and install new tires.
With the (totally rotten) spare, we had three tires to build our potato-growing contraption. But we couldn’t do it right then, because there was no room in the Suburban to actually haul them back home.
And then I never thought about our Potato Passion again.
Until my Slob Vision cleared on a day spent deep cleaning and I saw that the cute little sprouties of a few months ago had turned into alienish growths of terror.
And I gave up.
Goodbye, endless free potatoes.
Goodbye, dreams.
Goodbye, delusion.
I’m happy to do my part to support Real Potato Farmers. Besides, I learned we don’t eat as many potatoes as I thought we did. The bag of potatoes on the shelf below was scarily sprouted as well.
They all went in the trash.
–NonyThe post Another Favorite Delusion: Tomorrow, I’ll Be a Potato Farmer appeared first on A Slob Comes Clean.
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