Poison Poinsettia

I confess: I’ve killed again.  <sigh>  I’m already a serial killer, somebody stop me before I become a mass murderer!  (I’m looking at you, dust bunnies.)

This time it wasn’t by dismemberment, (cow), or by smashing it to smithereens, ( elephant), burying it alive, (cat), or shooting it down, (butterflies).  [Poor things, they were considered so insignificant, they didn’t even rate their own post.  My hard heartedness has no bounds.  Do I even have a conscience??]

No, this time it was by starvation.  {I like to vary my methods to keep the thrill of killing fresh.  Nothing worse than a bored killer on the loose.}

Anyhoo, the poor poinsettia plant on the porch, FL room if you must, got it in the neck.   I just totally ignored it, every time I went in and out of the house.   Even though someone, Sweet Friend perhaps, suggested it could do with a drink of water.   Cruelly, I refused.   Even though I could hear faint cries of “Water, please, water!”   As I continued to ignore them, they grew fainter, and more faint.

dead poisoned poinsettia plant

 

I did however, stop PP from playing with the leaves.  Besides the fact that they are poisonous, there does need to be some kinda respect for the dead.

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Poor poisoned Poinsettia, peace out.

Dishes, Dishes, Dreaded Ding Dong Dishes

Man, you think I’d be done writing about dishes!  Ah so, ah no!

This past weekend, I had PP.   I love having her so much!

But: she wears me out!  I tend to her, and (maybe) get a bath too, but that’s it!  No cleaning, dishes or laundry on her watch! lol

So, when she left Sunday night, and there was a full sink of dishes, did I jump in there like a good lil housekeeper, and do ’em all up?

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Yeah, right!  If you’ve been here very long, you know the answer is a resounding NO!

Anyway, there sat the pitiful, but still pretty!, dang dirty dishes.

BUT!  to rejuvenate, first I had to sleep 12 hours.  Yes, I sleep 12 hours, and your point?

When I came into the kitchen to find food,  there they were, staring at me, mocking me:  “Purple Slob in Recovery, huh?  Recover this!”

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Ooooohhh, I despised them at that moment.

So, I did what any good slob would do, I ignored them, and ate my breakfast.  (A non-dish-requiring breakfast of fresh blueberries, outta the container, and a cheese stick.)

no dishes needed

no dishes needed

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Then, s l o w l y, I dragged myself back into the kitchen, and confronted them.

“You’re going down, today, Sassy Pants!”

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So I organized them, dumped the contents, re-arranged them, alphabetized them…..

And after starting to think I might actually have to DO them, I caught myself.  Wait!  I’m a slogger!! (slob-blogger for you new followers.)  I HAVE to take pix for the blog!!

So, I stretched that out as long as I could….

Here they are stacked nicely

Here they are stacked nicely, sorta….

Okay, fine!  I’ll do the dishes!  But only so they can’t mock me anymore!

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Man Giant

(Part one, Strawberry City, if you missed it yesterday.)

A Man Giant standing there!!

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Incredulously, she said “Hi.”

Man Giant mutely nods head.

Miffed, Strawberry Girl repeats herself, ” Hi.”

Another mute response.

Strawberry Girl,  “Well if he won’t talk, bring another one.”  she huffed, irately.

Her friends chorused, “Sorry, this is the only one we know.”

Man Giant had been struck dumb by her beauty.  And he fell instantly in love.

He pursued her.  Literally.  He invited her to Bible study, and offered her a ride.  She refused, so he rode  his chariot

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by her side as she walked, to ensure her safety.

At the feast afterwards, he eagerly offered to pay.  She ingraciously accepted, but then ignored him.

Man Giant persistently  showed his love for her, by serving her in any way he could.

On the last day of the year, Strawberry Girl finally agreed to take a ride with him, on his Charger.

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It became a horribly rainy night, as they rode home.

Suddenly, they were galloping on air, instead of terra firma.  Strawberry Girl screamed her terror……..

To Be Continued….

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