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[urocyon]

I somehow managed to drink half a glass of water before realising it had been used, briefly, as a makeshift vase for daffodils. Now I'm feeling pretty silly. (But physically fine, so far; apparently no need for me to get panicky and call Poison Control.) I'm also giving into an urge to drink lots of water--from another glass--to rinse out a wholly-imagined, lingering taste of daffodil stems.

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[gwynn-aaron.livejournal.com]

I've eaten daffodils before. They won't kill you or even make you sick, though they do taste downright nasty.

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[urocyon-c.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the reassurance. :) I wasn't sure whether they might be harmful, especially with that flavor.

[the-hunter.livejournal.com]

Erm...you haven't swiped some of my genetic material, by chance? Thats the sort of no-brainer I pull all the time ;)

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[urocyon-c.livejournal.com]

So do I, so do I. *shakes head* Hmm...I could also be (somewhat kindly) described as accident-prone, and have a large, hyper black dog--verging on the spooky here. *g*

[ruthi.livejournal.com]

You'll want a vase for an engagement present, then? ;o)

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[urocyon-c.livejournal.com]

*chuckle* Who knows what I'd manage to do with that? ;)

[caldair.livejournal.com]

Cheerio, Miss Sophie!

[noveldevice.livejournal.com]

I must preface this remembrance with context:

I grew up on a farm. We had chickens. The chickens laid eggs. The eggs had to be searched for. Ergo, when we found eggs and gathered them, we always tested them just in case they were old and the hens had just hidden them well. To test eggs, you fill a container with water and drop the eggs in. If they float, you fish them out again gingerly and walk carefully to the compost heap, where you fling them and run away.

I was making apple juice from frozen concentrate once, and I filled the juice pitcher with cold water, sat it on the counter next to the sink, and began the process of opening a hard-frozen can of apple-juice concentrate. When I'd pried the lid off, I dumped the concentrate into a tall, skinny container sitting next to me, and as I moved the juice pitcher to reach for a wooden spoon, I realized I'd just dumped the block of concentrate into the container we used to test eggs, which we kept full of water and ready to go. Do you know what else comes out of hens' bottoms? Er...yeah.

Oops.

So, at least it was only daffodils. :)

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[urocyon-c.livejournal.com]

Indeed. :)