Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

01 September 2011

I scare myself sometimes...

A few days ago, I pruned one of my more wayward houseplants (my oak leaf ivy has gone rogue, y'all) and since I hate to waste perfectly good ivy tendrils, I grabbed an empty vodka bottle out of the recycling, (doesn't everyone have an empty vodka bottle in their recycling?  No?  Just me, then?) filled it with water, stuck a few of the ivy branches (I already used tendrils... too lazy to google "synonym for tendrils" so branches it is, even though it's not really appropos) in the bottle, stuck it on my kitchen window sill and went about my life.

Except for now, every time I come into my kitchen I jump and have a mini heart attack because I keep thinking someone is looking through my window.  (Refer to this blog post in case you're wondering why I think someone is looking into the window of my second floor apartment:  It not only could happen?  It totally has. FYI. Not completely crazy, now, am I?)

I'm more concerned about why I think a vodka bottle with a plant sticking out of it looks like a person to me.


1 comment:

  1. Oh my goodness, so this post prompted me to read the one explaining why you morphed a vodka bottle with ivy into a human - living on the second floor and also being certain I am invisible, I sorta have the heebie jeebies. Note to self, pants on in kitchen.


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