Plantsitting
Marie and I agreed to house one of Bill's houseplants while he's away on his multi-continent winter vacation (SF to Chicago to London to Tunis back to SF). We have a few plants of our own, and our place gets a good amount of sun, so we figured it's a no brainer. But Bill failed to make clear the size of the plant he'd be bringing over...
Look at that thing! We can barely get it through the door, much less find an out-of-the-way place to stash it. Our 1bed/1bath apartment isn't ready for this sort of thing.
The whole situation has our several smaller houseplants feeling a little inadequate. Would it be too appalling of a pun to say that they're green with envy?
(P.S. Did you notice my hott new pajama pants? Thanks, Santa.)