My basil is growing up. I'm so proud of it. I watch it change a little more every day, and my chest swells every time I walk in the door and see that it's not dead yet. I imagine this is what parenting feels like, only quieter. And with less poop involved.
Anyway, the following story happened a few months ago, but I forgot about it. And, it's been a while since I've shared a "Cory's take on interior design" story. So, here's a little gem, from me to you.
Just before he left for his mission, Cory's younger brother, Brendon, purchased a new watch. The watch came wrapped around a fancy little pillow that fits into the palm of your hand.
I honestly don't know.
Regardless, Cory accepted his gift.
I can only imagine the thought process that transpired as he tried to find the perfect place for his new little friend.
A few days later I discovered this:
Look closely. It's there. Tucked ever so gently between the yellow doily pillow, and the orange leafy pillow.
I guess he figured every other pillow we own is here, so why should this one be treated any differently?
Why indeed.
P.S. I left it there. It makes me smile every time I see it.
6 comments:
bahahaha! that is hilarious!
Maybe you should let him have more say in the decorating. He seems to have a knack for it.
that's funny! And that vintage phone on the night stand?? to die for! Um, can you teach me how to grow an herb garden? I think it looked so easy and I totally got my butt kicked by those stupid seeds.
Your stories always crack me up Lindy! :) And that pillow is so chic! ;)
that is awesome!
your basil looks great too!
haha--I wouldn't have a problem with Cory having more say in the decorating, but he's never interested when I ask. He just likes to sneak it in!
And, I'm far from an herb expert. My chive seeds were duds. But luckily these are growing. What I've learned so far: Water them then leave them alone...that is all.
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