Those of you who know me well know that I hate talking on the phone. I pretty much always have. I was the girl in middle school who didn't want her own phone line. My parents had one installed in my room, and I still can't figure out why. I think it was supposed to be some sort of status symbol that was required if I was ever going to be homecoming queen, which I wasn't so it didn't even work. Either way...
...I just spent 31 minutes and change on the phone with a seed company. Feathernester and I have had a terrible time trying to get our garden seeds here, and we're squarely in bad news bears land now because our seeds aren't started and it's mid-April. Needless to say, this is the first and last year that Seeds of Change will be getting our business. They've been giving us the run-around for a month now. Our order very clearly got lost in the mail, but they refused to admit it. I had to get all feisty with them today, though. I better have a crap ton of delicious tomatoes this year. That is the only way that I won't curse Seeds of Change for all my days. The. Only. Way.
I don't even have a garden built yet anyway, so it doesn't matter, but Feathernester has a lovely space all tilled and fenced and ready for some plants. I am frustrated. I'll go take a shower in my endless hot water.