...about stuff ... that happens when I plan to steal from my neighbor .
I noticed that my neighbors fruit trees were in full bloom, and as my eye wondered down to the big bright red berries smiling at me from only ten feet away. My mind was already in motion. I knew that feeling, I had felt it every summer for as long as I could remember. There was nothing I could do to stop myself, I only needed a few. Only a couple rainy days and a little sunshine later I watched from afar as these luisous berrys were turning the blackest purplest plumpest ones I had ever laid my eyes on and my lips around, soon.
After spending the day shopping with my daughters and picking up a half gallon of "plain" Vanilla ice cream (knowing it wouldn't be plain for long). I timed it just right, I could drive by making sure all was quiet at my new found berry spot. I dressed in black and grabbed my small black berry bucket and my penlight. Now I just wanted a few berries nobody would ever miss a few, just enough to taste blackberry heaven once more.
I rode toward my sweetness with my mouth watering all the way, I couldn't wait! Very quietly I ditched my bike and off on my knees I went. Reaching my destination, I had my penlight and little black bucket, I was ready! Turning on that penlight I saw what I had came for. Looking up I noticed a very tall netting going all the way around the garden. Of course there was... foiled again! Slumping over in disapointment I walked slowly back to my bike I just wanted to go home and eat my "plain" ice cream.
I was a broken blackberry addict trying to steal her neighbor's blackberry's ... Hey I only wanted a few ... I swear. ...
Confessions of a blackberry addict
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