I'm having my yard redone, finally, and I'm getting my own tree. It will be a little tree with flowers.
I was planning to put a hummingbird feeder in the tree, but some fuckwit friend of mine who I guess was trying to rain on my parade said hummingbirds won't show up unless I'm fat and wearing a floral print dress. Like, they're birds. Little birds. Their brain, I doubt could process whether I'm a fat floral lady or not. All they want is sugar.
Sometimes, I question my friendships.
I'm still excited about my new tree.
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