Back To Home Plate (watering the plant)

“Abela Abela  Green, where art thou, Abela?”  As I walk in the door to my apartment, I see a rather depressed looking plant.

“You look completely dehydrated, how about a drink?”

I take her in my arms and swing her big ass into the bathtub and turn the water on her.

I leave her there for a good 5 minutes.

I turn off the shower.

I return about an hour and a half later, “How art thou Abela?”  I survey her body from top to bottom.  I don’t miss a curve or a ‘white lily.’  “Back to home plate.”  I carry her gingerly out to the plate I sit her on by the window.

“You should be good for another week.  Take it easy girl.”

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