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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Great Moments in Absent-Mindedness

About an hour ago Sylvia asked me to "water the big plant" while gesturing toward the living room. Distracted by a phone call, I obeyed and poured a containerful of water into the closest pot.

Naturally, Sylvia started shrieking "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" halfway through, and I suddenly realized that I was watering her horrible artificial tree rather than the actual vining plant in the other corner.

So I had to drag the artificial tree into the kitchen to drain the pot, and now Sylvia is phoning all her friends to share my humiliation, cackling like a madwoman.

I blame society.

8 comments:

Sean Woods said...

I blame that god damn stupid fake plant.

Tell Sylvia that you have my full support in your getting rid of the horrible fake plant.

Geez, I'm vulgar today.

Liam J. said...

It is "their" job to keep us in our place. It is why we derive so much satisfaction from doing things properly.

Anonymous said...

Easy does it Sean. Now i have to replace my FAKE tree with another.

I swear if I hadn't of seen it with my own eyes, I don't think I would have believed what I saw.......perhaps I should get used to these " Earl oooooppppsss".

I am still laughing my a** off!!!!! Earl is so fortunate that I have a sick sense of humor ;0


Syl

Anonymous said...

I think you should get a real tree.


Think of all the oxygen!


-not Sean-

Anonymous said...

Sean, what a great idea!

Sylvia

Anonymous said...

I am a super-genius.

EPS Sean

Anonymous said...

Yes Sean you are a super-genius.

And I have not told any of my friends, just my parents, 'cause it was too funny..

I'm not sure why Earl blogged about it. I would not have told this delicious tale to anyone, saving Earl from any feelings of embarassment...

Syl

Sean Woods said...

I think you confirming my "Super-Genius" status means you have some horrible chores planned for me.

You probably want me to plant a veritable Hanging Gardens of Babylon on your patio.

I know how these things work, missy.