A northern monologue
What happens to the cactus?
Hopefully it will find a new home.
I'll take the couch and chair. Can you send them in the mail?
Ha! Too late. We advertised today and everything sold! Everything but that poor cactus.
If it only needs a little light, you can send it my way. I smell a photo-essay on the way... or at least, that better be what I smell.
The cactus would be happy to live with you, Rhett! Come get it. It looks so lonely out there on the step.I think that's my scone you smell. Fresh out of the oven.We spent the day moving things. Heavy things. And I manned our brand new ultra steel p-handle hand truck. Ha! If you weigh 600 lbs or less, I can give you a lift anywhere, any time, with minimal damage to the surrounding walls. I'd suggest you wear a helmet.
I don't think my poor old Civic would make it... or hold a 9 foot cactus. I feel very sad about this cactus. Can't someone save it? I don't know that I have ever mentioned this, but I am a bit of a green thumb.
Are you sure you can't strap the cactus to the roof?I'm starting to feel very sad about the cactus, too. We've had it as long as we've been together. Which is almost as long as you've been alive, Rhett.
Don't get sentimental and hug it goodbye, B.
Ha! Very funny, G.H says he'll advertise it on traders post this week. I'm sure someone will take it. Who wouldn't want such a grand cactus! Ok. Maybe people with kids. Or eight-foot ceilings...
Brenda, I know that cactus would look fantastic in my house! I doubt it just make a trip down here and deliver it to me?
okay so I'm using this voice-activated software to dictate my words into the computer and for some reason it thought why don't you was I doubt it... go figure...
Ha! Nice to see you here. You haven't been blogging lately...
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