I go into the bathroom and my wife's in there, dressed in her flannel pajamas with the cats on them. Plants sit around her. She's at the sink, dunking what looks like a plastic bag full of mud.
Me: Whatcha doing, hon?
Her: Warming this sphagnum moss.
Me: Oh.
Her: Why? What does it look like I'm doing?
Me: Never mind.
12.30.2008
A dirty business
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Wait 'til I tell EVERYBODY what you sleep in...
She's more concerned about her jammies than about being caught drowning sphagnum.
You sound like a couple in need of a good counseling (not to mention a nice bedclothes catalog).
Here's my card, trust me, I've helped people nearly as twisted as you get back into the swing of happy and healthy lives.
I haven't snarfed this hard in weeks. Thanks Steve! (Kel, I expect a folo on hollyhock.)
-Jas.
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