Effie is trying. Trying not just to drink less, or get less wild, but more specifically, trying to weed her garden. It's proving a little difficult.
She's outside in the summer sun, wearing cutoffs and a tank top, and honestly? Kind of sweating a lot. She's not really sure if she's doing this right, but there are some zucchinis that she's managed to encourage, along with a few bell peppers.
"Fuck's sake," she says aloud, to no one in particular, as she weeds rather aggressively. "This is hard."
She sits down on the ground for a moment, breathing heavily.
"Ughhhhhhh." Effie flops over, clearly frustrated. Anyone is welcome to interrupt her? Commiserate with her? Hell, help her?
She's outside in the summer sun, wearing cutoffs and a tank top, and honestly? Kind of sweating a lot. She's not really sure if she's doing this right, but there are some zucchinis that she's managed to encourage, along with a few bell peppers.
"Fuck's sake," she says aloud, to no one in particular, as she weeds rather aggressively. "This is hard."
She sits down on the ground for a moment, breathing heavily.
"Ughhhhhhh." Effie flops over, clearly frustrated. Anyone is welcome to interrupt her? Commiserate with her? Hell, help her?