Grumble Grumble

June 22, 2009 - 8:28pm -- swingbug

I bought a new plant for my porch garden yesterday. A verbena. The tag used words like “impervious” and “hardy.” I like seeing these words. Not so much as I like seeing the words “invincible” or “indestructible” or “Shannon, you can’t possibly kill this plant because if you forget to water it, it will wander into your bedroom on its stubbly little dried up roots, tap you with a wilted leaf and say, ‘Hey dude, where’s my hose?’”

But “impervious” will do.

I never forget to feed my iPhone. The kid and the cat also get fed on schedule. That’s because they will blink, meow, and yell (respectively) if they are neglected. I like that in a charge. I’ve got a lot on my mind. I don’t have time for life forms that are into that whole suffer-in-silence, damsel-in-distress bit. Express yourself.

Speaking of, here it is at half past two and I’m running on a piece of toast, a chocolate cookie, and an insane amount of caffeine. My tummy is grumbling. Audibly. Grumbling gets you fed around here. Off I go to the kitchen.