I was distressed (whining) about the fact that my feminine parental unit is a crazy-assed serial killer of shrubs and trees and she not be allowed near a chain saw or long handled giant shrub clippers???
And I cried (and whined) that there would be no figs for jam or newtons????
There are even figs!!!!
Okay, so now we know where MINI-fig newtons come from…
See? Even HE thinks I’m amusing…