Good News, Bad News

Bad News: No one guessed the name of the unusual plant in my garden. I told you it was unusual. But very, very me. Patchouli!! Which no one guessed, but how could they? Utterly unheard of here. And it's growing as slow as molasses (in a very small quantity on a very cold day) and I am trying to figure out how to transplant it inside for winter.

Good News: I got a serious kick out of some of the answers.

Bad News: I need to pick only ONE grand prize winner and two runner's up.

Good News: Random number generator!! Everyone was assigned a random number with the thing and then a number was selected randomly from the random numbers - I will spare you any further detail - the winning number from this lovely generator was 9! NUMBER NINE WINS!!

Bad News: Most of you are not number 9

Good News: Angela is!

Bad News: I still have to choose runner's up, and these are really hand-picks based on my personal level of amusement when reading your response.

Good News: Jean (from Maine who has no blog but is a member of the afghans for Afghans group) cannot possibly know that I have been trying to grow watermelon for YEARS and there's a whole back story about my insisting to everyone after years of failure that a certain plant in my garden was watermelon, even when it put forth a something that looked much more like butternut squash, and even when I was eating that watermelon baked and warm with cinnamon and butter and a touch of maple syrup... and dlalomia who gave an answer worthy of myself complete with rationales (Ask Tracitalynne. She accidentally asked me if kids get hurt doing somersaults. I think she's still recovering from the statistical analysis.) are the runner's up.

Winners/runner's up - PLEASE email melissaknits@yahoo.com with your mailing address and such so I can get your goodies out to you.

Bad News: The hen may be senile, and Marshmallow is...uh...toasted.

Good News: we get way better pictures now! Five babies alive and kicking (and scratching and chirping and being cute).
Right now I am off to fetch my grand daughter for a day of fun and napping and bottles and more napping and playing and napping.