A couple weekends ago, we celebrated Steph's birthday late and my birthday early. We danced the night away. My lifelong pal, Katelyn, brought me a precious potted rose plant. She wanted me to have flowers that would last much longer than ones chopped from the stems and kept alive for a few days in a vase of water.
I think she overestimated my talent with plant-life.
In a desperate attempt to keep these beauties alive, I may have watered them too much...or not enough. I may have given them too much sunlight...or not enough. Whatever the cause of death may have been, I can only conclude that I am at fault. {Unless one of my roommates poisoned the roses out of spite}. I owned a plant for less than two weeks. There was no hope of resuscitation.
The funeral services were lovely.
I only hope I don't end up in the clink for the murder of an innocent, young plant.
Hmmmm perhaps a roommate did poison them.....*laughs maniacally....then realizes she's laughing maniacally and briskly blames another*...I'm certain it was Kirsten. She was probably upset about those jabs you made at her for loving mushrooms. Also, so you say you had services for you flowers/potted plant. Does this mean there were flowers at the services? Do you think that was appropriate? Doesn't that seem like you're moving on too fast? Hmmmm?
ReplyDeleteHaha! Well, two weeks is better then a couple of days! You make me laugh.
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