Here’s a little jingle I wrote about mulch:
Mulch--sprinkle, sprinkle,
dance, dance, use it with
a friend, and use it
on your plants. (Not a paid advertisement by the mulching industry) ↗
All that money stuff was so strange; all it ever meant to me was freedom from worry. I'm happier now than I've ever been but I still wish I had that money. ↗
Ladies and babies, and mortgages, for that matter, can all wait. Acting has done a strange thing to me, though. I often sit there, thinking, 'I love this, but I wouldn't put my daughter on the stage.' ↗