Today, I killed my rosebush.
Beautiful yes? But I despise them in my yard. I'll take them in bouquets handed to me by suitors all day long. Please, please don't grow in my yard!
I can't seem to get within 10 feet of the thing without coming out with my clothes ripped, my skin set with the mark of a future scar, my pony tail pulled out and my temper flaring.
Today, it got the better of me. All I wanted to do was work a tad on scraping the old paint off my house for my slowly progressing renovations.
I did save the blooms. Sadly, these will be the last blooms from THIS yellow rose bush. For now, they will brighten up my kitchen.
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