It was totally pawesome.
Mom did boring stuff like make bread and cookies and dinner and lunch and sew and read and other stuff.
I hate when that happens. On the other hand, she did this:
She planted her seeds. She says there are SIX pots of 'Nip. Which sounded ok to me, but then I counted... she has THIRTY pots of Basil!
Lookit! I am eating stinky goodness! Why is this picture such a big deal, you ask?