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Exhibit A: The Instant Ramen Incident
It was a Tuesday, which means pajamas and minimal effort, right? Exhausted from work, I opted for the culinary masterpiece known as instant ramen. Again.
As I slurped the sodium-laden noodles, I caught Herbert wilting. Dramatically. I’m talking full-on swoon, leaves drooping like they’d just witnessed a crime against good taste.
Exhibit B: The Great Watering Debacle of 2023
Plant care is not my forte. I love Herbert, I do, but remembering to water him is like remembering my high school locker combination. So, when he began resembling a desert landscape, panic set in.
I grabbed my trusty watering can (okay, it was a coffee mug) and proceeded to unleash a deluge worthy of Noah’s Ark.
Herbert, in a shocking turn of events, did not appreciate this gesture. Yellowing leaves, excessive shedding, and a look that could curdle milk – the silent judgment was deafening.