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Conversations With My Husband
Mar. 30th, 2006 04:15 pm"You know, honey, crocuses really are the heralds of spring."
"Really?"
"Yep. And it's a good thing, too. Because they'd be utterly worthless as the heralds of Galactus."
"True. I wonder what on earth they'd do with the Power Cosmic, honestly."
"Well, in their case it would be more the Flower Cosmic, wouldn't it?"
I am so lucky to have this man in my life. Because anyone else would have either throttled me or fled in frustration years ago.
Meanwhile, the neighborhood crocuses have done their job, and warned the people of Earth that the weather is turning. And the lilac and forsythia, whom I assume must then be the infantry of spring, have started their inexorable march towards colorful domination of our yard, soon to be followed by the rest of Nature's army of foliage.
I need to get outside before the sun sets today, or I may well go mad knowing that the sun is shining and things are growing out there without me....
"Really?"
"Yep. And it's a good thing, too. Because they'd be utterly worthless as the heralds of Galactus."
"True. I wonder what on earth they'd do with the Power Cosmic, honestly."
"Well, in their case it would be more the Flower Cosmic, wouldn't it?"
I am so lucky to have this man in my life. Because anyone else would have either throttled me or fled in frustration years ago.
Meanwhile, the neighborhood crocuses have done their job, and warned the people of Earth that the weather is turning. And the lilac and forsythia, whom I assume must then be the infantry of spring, have started their inexorable march towards colorful domination of our yard, soon to be followed by the rest of Nature's army of foliage.
I need to get outside before the sun sets today, or I may well go mad knowing that the sun is shining and things are growing out there without me....
