Organic aliens

I love, love, love plants. They are wierd. They are soft. They are hard. They are everything and more.

Day 4

I didn’t have high hopes for friday… Plans were made, plans were changed and then my dad texted me asking if i wanted to come over for some dinner and he would look thorugh some family papers later on. That sounded great! Dads cooking is always welcomed in my stomach. And since he wanted to…