Uh.. ya, don't do that....

[Midnight Kitty]

So, he was immensely proud that, when the church found a new secretary several months later, one of the plants was still green. Until the day he went to water the one remaining plant, he nudged it, and a half gallon of water spilled out of the bottom of the potted fake tree.

Were any of the other plants still green/alive?

[Seraphia]

So, he was immensely proud that, when the church found a new secretary several months later, one of the plants was still green. Until the day he went to water the one remaining plant, he nudged it, and a half gallon of water spilled out of the bottom of the potted fake tree.

Were any of the other plants still green/alive?

Nope. He had three or four pots of kindling and one lovely, vibrant ficus.

[MandiC76]

One from last night:
When you know your tub is not draining properly, you might want to check out the problem BEFORE using the shower to rinse out the hair color you just applied, or else you'll be standing in ankle-deep dark reddish-brown water. I'm lucky my feet aren't dark brown, and that the tub isn't stained. (And since I was unable to clear the clog myself, maintenance for the apartment complex has been contacted!)

[Twik]

Here where I live you are allowed to drink from 16 years old and up, and we often have high-school students and young university students partying in the streets in the middle of the winter night in very flimsy clothes. Bare midriff, deep cleavage, the works. Sooo not healthy... 

Reminds me of a fashion statement I saw a couple of years ago.

If you live in Canada, and are travelling in January in subzero temperatures, do not wear a midriff-baring sweater, under a midriff-baring parka.

In fact, don't even manufacture midriff-bearing parkas. It indicates that you have no idea, as a clothing designer, what the point of a parka actually is.

[White Dragon]

So.
Mr. Dragon was at an evening meeting, leaving just DragonSon and I home for supper.
Son and I agreed that we would each fix our own meal.

I decided to eat some of the foods that Mr. Dragon doesn't care for and indulge myself a bit.
Not a good idea.

Opened up a jar of pickled garlic and nibbled away while watching the television.
Only to realize I'd consumed the entire jar. 

Mr. Dragon was...not impressed...by his garlic-infused spouse. 
Apparently I ate about 3 vampire's worth because he slept on the couch and wouldn't kiss me for a day. 

(At work I ate a lot of mints and avoided being near anybody. Oops!)

[Carotte]

When you're making ginger syrup and it's happily boiling away, resisting the urge to lick the spoon can be a good idea... I'm surprised I didn't burn myself, and that I still have some syrup left from all the spoon licking I did.

[Midnight Kitty]

Opened up a jar of pickled garlic and nibbled away while watching the television.
Only to realize I'd consumed the entire jar. 

Mr. Dragon was...not impressed...by his garlic-infused spouse. 
Apparently I ate about 3 vampire's worth because he slept on the couch and wouldn't kiss me for a day. 

(At work I ate a lot of mints and avoided being near anybody. Oops!)

I used to date a guy who rented a room in his condo to his cousin.  The 3 of us decided to go out to pizza one Friday night.  This particular pizzeria makes a special roast garlic pizza.  Yep, just sauce, cheese, and a ton of roast garlic.  It was delicious.  We spent the whole weekend together, probably so no one who wasn't under the influence of roast garlic pizza would catch a whiff.  By Sunday afternoon, we couldn't believe that we still reeked of garlic.  We washed all 3 of our cars trying to sweat it out of our system.  That effort was moderately successful.  At least we got clean cars out of it.  No one else could smell the garlic on our bodies as they passed by, but none of us would have passed the armpit test so we didn't let anyone sniff our armpits.

[Elfmama]

Opened up a jar of pickled garlic and nibbled away while watching the television.
Only to realize I'd consumed the entire jar. 

Mr. Dragon was...not impressed...by his garlic-infused spouse. 
Apparently I ate about 3 vampire's worth because he slept on the couch and wouldn't kiss me for a day. 

(At work I ate a lot of mints and avoided being near anybody. Oops!)

I used to date a guy who rented a room in his condo to his cousin.  The 3 of us decided to go out to pizza one Friday night.  This particular pizzeria makes a special roast garlic pizza.  Yep, just sauce, cheese, and a ton of roast garlic.  It was delicious.  We spent the whole weekend together, probably so no one who wasn't under the influence of roast garlic pizza would catch a whiff.  By Sunday afternoon, we couldn't believe that we still reeked of garlic.  We washed all 3 of our cars trying to sweat it out of our system.  That effort was moderately successful.  At least we got clean cars out of it.  No one else could smell the garlic on our bodies as they passed by, but none of us would have passed the armpit test so we didn't let anyone sniff our armpits.

Is that a little hole-in-the-wall pizza place in Hilo?  I met DH in Hawaii on his way back from Australia. (Business trip.  I used his frequent flyer points, so airfare for me was only $25!) He brought back a nose-drizzling Australian cold, and promptly gave it to me.  We found this teeny little pizza place in Hilo and ordered the garlic pizza.  There must have been most of a bulb of garlic on this medium pizza.  We ate all of it, and the next morning, the score was Hawaiian garlic 2 - Australian cold virus 0.

[oceanus]

I learned the hard way not to carry a bowl of chili from the kitchen, thru the dining room, to the living room in a hurry to watch something on TV.  Oh my, the wall, the ceiling, my nice bathrobe.  Not pretty.  I’m lucky I didn’t hurt myself. 

(I forgot the lesson I learned doing something similar with a bowl of chocolate ice cream.)

[Mental Magpie]

I learned the hard way not to carry a bowl of chili from the kitchen, thru the dining room, to the living room in a hurry to watch something on TV.  Oh my, the wall, the ceiling, my nice bathrobe.  Not pretty.  I’m lucky I didn’t hurt myself. 

(I forgot the lesson I learned doing something similar with a bowl of chocolate ice cream.)

I learned something similar with a bowl of chicken noodle soup...the wall, the ceiling, the window, the refrigerator, the dog treats, the dog food, the cupboards (it was a hallway opening into part of the kitchen).  I feel your pain.

[clio917]

When you are trying to sand down a small object with a grinding stone attached to a Dremel tool, try to keep your fingers out of the way. I now have a lovely deep groove in my fingernail and also learned that when touched to a grinding stone spinning at 20,000 RPM, fingernails melt/burn, smell very bad, and HURT!

[ladyknight1]

Ouch!

When I got up this morning, I turned off the alarm, then went to walk around the bed. I turned too soon, tripping over the end of the bed, hurting my right food and propelling myself (like superman) over the bed and DH  . DH caught me before I hit his night stand. It took 10 minutes before my adrenaline subsided enough for me to get in the shower. Grace and talent here! 

[Amava]

Ouch!

When I got up this morning, I turned off the alarm, then went to walk around the bed. I turned too soon, tripping over the end of the bed, hurting my right food and propelling myself (like superman) over the bed and DH  . DH caught me before I hit his night stand. It took 10 minutes before my adrenaline subsided enough for me to get in the shower. Grace and talent here! 

Look, I know and respect that some people think Valentine is a special day and a perfect occasion to try something new in the bedroom, but you're overdoing it. 
Is your foot okay?

[ladyknight1]

Laughing so hard!

My foot stings and my back is a little off today because of my superman flying adventure. I have to give all the credit to DH, he came out of REM sleep, caught me, made sure I was okay, and then made breakfast and helped decorate the brownies I made for work. He's bonafide!

[oceanus]

clio917 and ladyknight1 - yikes!   
It's scarey how easily an accident can happen in your own home.