The Little Cactus That Could
"I've got to come up with some kind of live news feed into my brain to make sure I keep the world running properly."
So says my husband, who has been uncharacteristically droll lately. I'm usually the one with the odd jokes, and I crack myself up while he gives me one or two little courtesy chuckles. He thinks I'm weird. But I think my sense of humor is starting to rub off on him. The other day while we were calling hotels and airlines to try to plan our Disneyland trip, E-- came and tried to climb up on his lap. Noticing the offensive odor emanating from the general diaper area, but stuck on the phone with airline customer service, he set her down on the floor and said:
"Your poopy diaper is important to us. Please continue to hold, and a representative will be with you shortly."
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In other news, my sad little cactus decided to bloom! I am not a plant person. My green thumb is actually quite dry and brown, and possibly growing a strange plant fungus. Every houseplant I have owned has withered and wilted from neglect or too much unwanted attention, like the dear departed plant with long leaves that our cat would knock over at least once a day. (My complete and utter failure as a plant mother sometimes makes me wonder about those human children I am responsible for. How have I kept them alive this long? I have no idea.) I love my plants very much, I even talk to them sometimes when no one is looking, but I just can't seem to keep from killing them. A couple of years ago, I decided to buy myself a succulent or two. I figured, hey, they can go for MONTHS without water, right? They LIKE over-exposure to the sun, and they're pokey! No one will touch them! Seemed like a grand idea. So I brought three little guys home, and put them in red pots on my windowsill. It didn't go as well as I had hoped. My cats have slowly chewed the aloe plant down to a nub, and the strange little juicy one shot up so much in height that it flopped over on its side, where it now lays rotting and defeated.
But while his brethren struggled and fought, the little round cactus remained quiet. Still. Determined. Although he hasn't grown or changed at all in the two years I've had him, he was secretly working on something marvelous. Yesterday morning, he revealed his masterpiece for all the world to see:
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*sniff* I'm just so darn proud!
So says my husband, who has been uncharacteristically droll lately. I'm usually the one with the odd jokes, and I crack myself up while he gives me one or two little courtesy chuckles. He thinks I'm weird. But I think my sense of humor is starting to rub off on him. The other day while we were calling hotels and airlines to try to plan our Disneyland trip, E-- came and tried to climb up on his lap. Noticing the offensive odor emanating from the general diaper area, but stuck on the phone with airline customer service, he set her down on the floor and said:
"Your poopy diaper is important to us. Please continue to hold, and a representative will be with you shortly."
----------------------------------------------------
In other news, my sad little cactus decided to bloom! I am not a plant person. My green thumb is actually quite dry and brown, and possibly growing a strange plant fungus. Every houseplant I have owned has withered and wilted from neglect or too much unwanted attention, like the dear departed plant with long leaves that our cat would knock over at least once a day. (My complete and utter failure as a plant mother sometimes makes me wonder about those human children I am responsible for. How have I kept them alive this long? I have no idea.) I love my plants very much, I even talk to them sometimes when no one is looking, but I just can't seem to keep from killing them. A couple of years ago, I decided to buy myself a succulent or two. I figured, hey, they can go for MONTHS without water, right? They LIKE over-exposure to the sun, and they're pokey! No one will touch them! Seemed like a grand idea. So I brought three little guys home, and put them in red pots on my windowsill. It didn't go as well as I had hoped. My cats have slowly chewed the aloe plant down to a nub, and the strange little juicy one shot up so much in height that it flopped over on its side, where it now lays rotting and defeated.
But while his brethren struggled and fought, the little round cactus remained quiet. Still. Determined. Although he hasn't grown or changed at all in the two years I've had him, he was secretly working on something marvelous. Yesterday morning, he revealed his masterpiece for all the world to see:
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*sniff* I'm just so darn proud!
January 06, 2006
