12.30.2008

A dirty business

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.
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousDecember 30, 2008 at 3:00 PM

    Wait 'til I tell EVERYBODY what you sleep in...

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  2. Steve BrewerDecember 30, 2008 at 4:18 PM

    She's more concerned about her jammies than about being caught drowning sphagnum.

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  3. AnonymousDecember 30, 2008 at 4:54 PM

    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.

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  4. AnonymousDecember 30, 2008 at 5:13 PM

    I haven't snarfed this hard in weeks. Thanks Steve! (Kel, I expect a folo on hollyhock.)
    -Jas.

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