Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Brad Rose

Ladyhearteater, I'm sorry to hear that you're sick. I know you wanted Elvis flowers, and I said I'd get you Elvis flowers, but as it turns out, it's too close to the holidays to get Elvis flowers. No matter! I've gotten Charlotte and Fred to get to work in the greenhouse and create something extra special for you. They've been working hard all morning on this particular flower. And now, for the first time ever in the history of horticulture, I am proud to present

The Brad Rose:

I'm giving Charlotte and Fred the rest of the afternoon off.


Lady K said...

Brad, thank you so much for the beautiful flower! I like it WAY better than the Elvis roses. Turns out, I've got pneumonia and will be out of commission for awhile, possibly even for Christmas. :-( I sure pick the greatest times to get ill!

Thanks again SO much! I'll make sure I put this vase bedside so I can have a little cheer as I recup. You're the BEST gorilla EVER!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

I can only imagine the aroma of The Brad Rose! But that is not why I am posting tonight. I need to challenge you about the famous Yorkshire Long Sword Dance - this has utterly and absolutely nothing to do with "The Hokey Pokey"! The "long sword" is a metaphor for something that all Yorkshiremen keep in their trousers - this contrasts with the "Short Sword" dance famous in Lancashire and the Republic of Cascadia.

Monkey said...

PNEUMONIA is horrible. Horrible!

This rose looks infected with aphids, but I'll take your word for it that it is a "Special Rose". Are we talking short bus "special"? Ahem.

Brad the Gorilla said...

A rose infested with aphids would be a terrible thing. A rose decorated with gorillas, however, is a wonderful thing, unless of course you believe in too much of a wonderful thing. Then, it would be considered gilding the lily.

Mr. Pudding,
I was wondering how long it would take before you responded to my "Hokey Pokey" comment. All I can say is ho, ho, I know what Yorkshiremen carry in their trousers, and it's nothing racy: a set of house-keys, a used hankie, a piece of chewing gum, and a couple of bottle caps.

Lady Hearteater,
I'm sorry you have pneumonia. No wonder you're feeling six shades of lousy. Pay no attention to Monkey, by the way, the rose is not infested with aphids. This is a Seattle rose. You have to worry about slugs, not aphids.

Alkelda the Gleeful said...

A good way to battle slugs is to set out beer for them. Slugs love beer. They guzzle it down, and then they drown.

Fortunately, slugs are pushovers for cheap beer.

Nonny said...

Brad, you never cease to amaze me. I'm utterly speechless at this point.

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