Don’t Ask Me Anything

Mr. P doesn’t mean to, but he is constantly giving out wrong information. What is mind boggling to me is that it’s always stuff he should know the answers to.

He’s become quite friendly with our neighbors who moved to San Diego from the East Coast, so they often have questions on where to go shopping, how the weather is going to be, garden stuff, etc. Last week I overheard this conversation from inside the house, where he managed to make my beloved wax apple fruit sound so unappetizing, forget what trees we have in the yard (for the billionth time), and misinform the neighbors as to when the rain season starts. He’s only lived in San Diego for 14 years… Sigh.