Tahts what you get when you look at old pictures at 2 oclock in the morning!

Sorry about my little mental lapse there....I really was looking for pictures of the boys I took at the nursery when they were really little. My father seems to think I wasnt there for some reason. He has convenient memory loss when it suits him like most men I know. He really refuses to admit that I dont want to work anymore. Mostly becouse I really do love plants and I like wotking with them. But He just doesnt get that it was my nursery to me, not his nursery. I knew I couldnt work with him. I knew it would be trouble when he wasnt at work anymore after he retired. We do things very differently and its always been a fight to do the nursery the way I wanted to. It took me YEARS jsut to get the front of the nursery fixed where every customer didnt make a comment about how nasty the front of the nursery was and youd never know that this was so nice from the street blaha blah blah. Everything is a fight. having a toilet that flushes was a fight, every plant area was a fight,just getting the same plants in the same place, basic common sence retail and it was a fight! Flowers lost you money, he couldnt afford to pay people to clean mat areas....Everything is a fight, giving a customer composted cow manure instead of top soil when they ask repeatedly for cow manyure and repeatedly get top soil on their orders...A simple mater of ordering what your customer requests....a fight? Surely not... Yep. This list would be so long it would never publish if I kept typing. I just dont see how anyone could not see why I cant take it anymore!!!!