One, two, three, four, five!
All scattered at the base of my lime tree that was a housewarming gift from my parents. The tree that bears the limes I squeeze into my bottles of Corona Light. The tree that is steps away from the front door that leads to the kitchen where the trashcan lives.
I hate teenage boys! They are so lazy, rude, and disrespectful!
My sister said I should collect the gum and serve it to my son for dinner. Not a bad idea, but that would mean I would have to pick up all that chewed-up gum with my own hands. I don't think so.
My son denies it was he or his friends who spit their gum out at the base of my lime tree. He swears he doesn't even chew blue gum. Yeah, right.
I still made him clean it up.