Green thumb.

Mom's thumbs are typically red from cutting herself in the kitchen in sad attempts to cook me meals. With dad away again she's back to spending money, which means I won't be going to college. This time she wanted to spruce up the balcony for all the American style BBQs dad will be hosting this summer. 

She wrongfully assumed the summer was coming, only to find out the cold is on it's way back, with a vengeance. When will she learn she's not in San Diego?! 

She has zero clue what these flowers are, when to water them, or if they're even meant for outside. She really needs to learn Hungarian.

The famous 'Parisan' view. 

Meanwhile, I'm still destroing my toy box, in order to watch mom clean it all up. It's the best game of all time.