The Snazzpants Report

OK, this is how Snazzy I am.  I am so Snazzy that I have my own crop of wheatgrass.  It sits on my kitchen counter in a teeny square plastic tub like a Chia Pet.  This thing is Pure Snazz.

You know, I may live in the city but when I see my wheatgrass in bloom I get a sense of Snazz that is beyond compare.

Let’s move to the country and start a wheatgrass farm! I shout.

Wheatgrass Pot Pie, anyone? I holler.

And just when I think it can’t get any Snazzier I whip out my scissors for some award winning plant sculpting and when I step back to admire my handiwork, realizing I have made my little plot of land look exactly like Don King, I think,  Well done, Snazzpants. Well done.

Snazzpants Rule #2:    Tend Your Own Garden, No Matter How Teensy

Over and Out,
Correspondent Cupcake

2 Comments on "The Snazzpants Report"

  1. Hooray for snazzgrass! When I used to have pet guinea pigs, I’d buy them those little planters and let those piggies GRAZE. On the wheatgrazz. They were jazzed.

  2. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    Snazzgrass. I love that. VERY Snazzy.