I finally figured out why the woods down here smell so much nicer than New Jersey.
UPDATED: Sorry, Interwebz. I can’t seem to fix it from my phone. This is probably another one of those secrets that Demi Moore doesn’t want me to expose to the world. *sigh*
UPDATED AGAIN: Here you go, folks – the most anticlimactic resolution in the history of all anticlimactic resolutions. Sheesh.
All that work for some stinky old strawberries. I blame my lack of MFBT for all of this broohaha. And Demi Moore, of course.