Plants. Coma. Pretty Pots. Coma.
- 2009 Apr 20
If on this Monday morning you are feeling particularly uninspired and listless, I can help! Namely, I can help you slip directly into a full-fledged coma. (If "fledge" a word? "Hey! I found my lost fledge!" "I don't want to go out today; I'm feeling all fledgy." "I fledge alliegence to the flag ...." So clearly it's not a word. Good to know.)
But wouldn't a coma right about now be nice? No more straining not to kill your co-workers. No more wondering what evil genius fixed all the clocks in your office so their second hands move but their minute hands don't. No more pretending your boss is capable of having any idea at all, much less a good one.
Wanna escape it all? Then read on!
Yesterday my wife and I spent the day on the patio of our townhouse, potting plants. Isn't that great?
Here's one view of the fruits of our labors:
Aren't the plants pretty? See how some of them are
cactuses cacties cactii desertish? And aren't the pots they're in pretty? Some of them are quite colorful.
Here's another view of our patio:
Isn't that nice? See how some of the plants are on stands? That makes them taller. And see the air conditioning unit behind the plants? It's a pretty color, too. That's nice.
Here is another view of our patio:
The plant closest to you is a coffee plant. It doesn't grow coffee beans, though. I guess it's a ... decaf coffee plant.
That plant will not help you wake up.
And now neither will anything else. Maybe ever.
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