I told here I guess it wasn't the right Thyme for it.
Yes, it was a Thyme plant.
(My son is too young to understand how great her eye roll was so I need recognition somewhere)
I looked at her and said "You mist!". Ha
They'd received a tip about a bunch of Pumps and Hoses.
(I'm sorry. I just got off work, heard "pumps and hoses" on the radio, and a bad idea was born.)
Dam
He has guard doody!
High Koala Tea
He couldn't find the thyme!
A phlebotanist.
Where da hose at?
I got hose, in different area codes.
I mean that's a... crappy job.
I was trying to level a bucket of water but the table was not level. He said, "I forgot to turn the water stabilizers on last night."
Turns out my neighbour too named his plants as Odds.
Water the odds.
I work security at a large lab. We have a safety rating of green/yellow/red that we need to ask incoming workers. This occurred today when my co-worker greeted an incoming employee.
Co-worker: “Hello. What kind of work are you doing today? Green, yellow, or red work?”
Employee: “I’m just going to my office to water my plants.”
Me: “That’s definitely green work.”
Co-worker: “Did you have to?”
Me: “Sorry. That joke was low hanging fruit.”
Co-worker: “Really?”
Me: “Guess I’m stacking them up like cord wood today.”
Grapes suck man, I mean potatoes they're appealing ;) and can even grow back even after being smashed ;) out drunk, but grapes they just get drunk and wine and wine and wine ;), oh and corn, god who needs corn, they just party but pop off ;) for no reason, they say after its waters temper ;) but... well I guess water is not good either, they get angry and just boil ;) over... oh and I heard some news about tomatoes they had an affair with cherries ;), I heard that tomatoes wife is gonna get revenge by dewing grass ;), but I can only say one thing the plant party was wild last night.
What?....she replied. ..Look, the second, fourth, sixth and eight plants are growing very well, but the other four are getting dry, I said.
Huh...that's really weird!..she responded ..water the odds!
Tonight, my dad is barbecuing salmon for dinner. In order to barbecue this salmon, he needs to first put it in warm water in the dishpan so that it can thaw. However, my mom is using the dishpan, and it's full of water, so he has to wait for her to be done.
Shortly thereafter, she's done with the dishpan and goes to the door to go outside and throw the water on the plants. Only problem: the door is closed. So the following exchange occurs.
>Mom: Hey dad, can you grab the door for me?
>Dad: OK. grabs door handle really hard HNNNNNNG
>Mom: ಠ_ಠ
>Dad: grunting with effort I'm doing this for you, dear!
>Mom: Can you... open the door for me, dear?
>Dad: Oh. opens door What did you think that was going to accomplish, anyway?
My dad and I were doing some spring lawn care in my yard yesterday.
When we were near the gardens he asked me "Why don't you plant the onions next to the potatoes?" I said I'm not sure, probably because there's not enough room.
He says to me, "Good thing, it would just make their eyes water anyway."
My love for him grows stronger.
