Saturday, January 31, 2009

Water, water, everywhere

I was chatting by phone with a friend yesterday afternoon. She was telling me about an albino squirrel that had gotten in her apartment, its quarrels with her aging cat, her reluctance to deal with it, her feelings of hapless victimhood. All in all, it was a saga worthy of Stephen King channeling Erma Bombeck but as long and rambling as The Stand.

So I decided to water my plants while interjecting the occasional "You're kidding?!?" to let her know I was still there. All was well with my multitasking until I became aware of sounds like rush hour in a men's urinal--water cascading from three or four over-saturated pots onto the tile floor below.

I guess I can no longer tend and attend--to plants and to conversations--at the same time.


Wendy said...

LOL! Been there, done that. Well, not quite over-watering but other things while talking on the phone - like microwaving my salad, or putting my coffee in the fridge.

Looks like you have "the runs!" running water onto the floor, running coffee over the countertops. LOL!

Mauigirl said...

LOL, your description of your friend's tale is hilarious - as is your water mishap. I can sympathize!

TRS said...

"Stephen King channeling Erma Bombeck"

wow. LOL moment!