“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.”