The Queen of PutresCence

June 14th, 2010

The Queen of Filth!

The Queen of Slime!

Rubbish!  Filth!  Slime!  MUCK!

I have encountered plenty of slime and putrescence this year in my garden. The whole stinkin’ tale is up at Farmhouse and Garden.

Comments

  • Shelly:

    I think you are the queen of putresence. Clearly you are on drugs or your husband is having an affair and are just plain bitter and unhappy. You have an unnatural, unhealthy obsession with Pioneer Woman. Find a real hobby.

  • Anoria:

    Hey comment 1, is leaving messages on people’s blogs diagnosing their mental problems and telling them why they suck somehow “a real hobby”? ‘Cos I don’t think you have much room to talk there.

    Rechelle, I just opened up the comment form to tell you that your Princess Bride reference made me smile.

  • “I think you are the queen of putresence. Clearly you are on drugs or your husband is having an affair and are just plain bitter and unhappy. You have an unnatural, unhealthy obsession with Pioneer Woman. Find a real hobby.”

    I am soooo confused…
    Someone.
    Anyone.
    PLEASE!
    Explain to me (use little words. Talk to me like I’m a not too bright ten year old…) what Shelly’s comment has to do with ‘The Queen of Putresence’….

    Lori who had to look up the meaning of putrescence and would like everyone to know the spell checker here does not recognized putresence to be correct…BUT…accepts putresCence

  • LucyJoy:

    Putrescence is my new favorite word! Love how it sounds…

  • Gwen:

    Oooh Rechelle, can you tell who Shelly is? It it someonewho posts under many aliases?

    • Gwen – it appears that Shelly is a one off. I do have to appreciate her for that.

  • Obsccura:

    Rechelle have a ton of patience to take nonsense from hit and run half-wits like Shelly. Why is it that sycophants like her can’t keep to themselves when someone points out the flaws in their master?

  • Samantha:

    Rechelle, you rock!

  • Please don’t confuse Shelly w/me – Shelley. I’ve always felt a little distaste for Shelly’s w/o the extra “e.” They’re usually “Michelle’s” running around pretending to be Shelley’s.

  • Aw, Buttercup!

    Comments like the first are the reason my blog is not open to search engines. *sigh* Someone needs to remember what their mother taught them. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. Or I’m rubber and your glue, whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you. Take your pick. : )

  • Oh, and Aaaasss yoooouuu wiiiiiisssshhh!
    I’m clicking over to the garden…