Of these two items, which did you wish could be bigger: your current home, or your currant garden? (Note the spelling.)

Same answer here. (without the barn.)

(Comma after the word 'garden'.)

  You certainly washed your hands of that problem, but it really sounds like water under the bridge, dude.  Next time, give us a more recent tale when we ask about currant events. And while you're at it, make it something that gels a little better than the canned tripe you came up with. Why do you insist on throwing the baby out with the bath water anyway?  With so few details in your story, my mouth waters for a deeper plot, not the watered-down version above. See, I hope you're happy now; you've got me swimming in sea of loose references and bad puns. I'd ask you to throw me a line, but you might miss your cue. I'm writing all of this because of you, so that makes them your fault lines.  Don't be angry, though, because I'm sure you and I can patch things up, just be a doll and provide the cabbage, Homey. 

(Did I pretty much cover all of them?)

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OK...I'll embellish it. Those thorns were a bitch. And the dogs were safer.