Hysteria over Wisteria

Someday last week, I did a lotta weed-eating, and plus also was feeling very moody, so when I arrived home not only was I in weed-eating mode, but also needing to get some pent up aggression out. The best way I found to do this was, start hacking at every green thing in the back yard and since the ratio of weed to actual on-purpose plant is like thirty zillion weeds to one half of an asparagus plant, I thought I was pretty much in the clear. The next fateful day, although I did not have the terrific weed murdering fury of the day before I still went hacking some weedling-trees with fierce determination. After chopping down some thick bush like things that were curiously climbing up this trellis pole I decided that, before I started weed-whipping moms entire ex-garden I would ask if there was anything off limits, so I sauntered into the kitchen and asked, like I felt was my duty, after which mom casually glanced out the window to point out her prize plants and exclaimed "WHERE IS MY WISTERIA?!?!" "oh was that the one growing up the pole?" I wondered "YES DID YOU CHOP IT TO THE GROUND?!?!" said a semi-hysterical mom "uhhh....maybe" said a regretful but still-trying-not-to-smirk-me "I WAS TRAINING IT TO CLIMB THAT POLE!!!" "whoopsie" I said, then got out of dodge.
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