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January 18, 2006

Thank You, House Plants . . . Now Die!

 

My wife Sally has a new hobby. She’s into house plants.


A month ago there were two plants in our house. Today, there are 3,106.


There are plants in the living room, plants in the kitchen, plants in all four bedrooms, even plants in the bathroom.  Every table in the place holds at least six plants; every windowsill boasts at least a dozen. Greenhouses should have as many plants as our house does.


There are two things I don’t like to shop for when I’m with my wife. One is plants. The other is greeting cards. I hate being with her when she’s trying to pick out a greeting card because she insists on reading every single verse. Out loud.


”How does this one sound?” she asks. “Roses are red, violets blue, grizzly bears don’t wear tennis shoes, so please get well soon.”


”Super,” I lie.


She’s also obsessed with finding cards that have the birthday celebrator’s new age on them. Like “Happy 5th birthday” or “Have a nice 21st birthday.”


When our son Bob turned 42, she found a card for every age but 42.  “For gosh sakes,” I finally said after what seemed like 15 hours at the card display.  “If you can’t find one with a 42 on it, just grab a 20 and a 22 or a 30 and a 12 and let’s get the hell out of here!”


The point of this is Sally does the same thing when she’s shopping for house plants. She can never decide which one to buy.   To make things worse, she tries to get me to help her make a decision.  “Do you like this one or that one or the one waaaaay over there?” she asks.


As near as I can tell, all three are ugly as all getout. House plants tend to be ugly anyway, I think, because many don’t have flowers.  I’ve always believed a plant without flowers is nothing more than a weed.


I guess I don’t care to have my house filled with plants because, if memory serves me right, when I was a kid I saw a horror movie in which this little old lady had thousands of plants in her house and one day, for no apparent reason whatsoever, they turned ugly and ate her.


One day last week, Sally went to a garage sale and when she got home she had several paper bags filled with house plants. She was thrilled.


”The woman who had the sale gave these to me,” she said.  “Do you know that you aren’t supposed to say ‘thank you’ when someone gives you a house plant?”


“Why not?” I asked.


”Because if you say ‘thank you’ the plant will die within three days,” she replied.


I spent the next two weeks going from room to room saying “thank you, thank you, thank you” . . .

 

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