Last year I posted here about how much I’ve always wanted a Chia pet. I was hoping The Husband would read it and finally take the hint. But Christmas passed. And then my birthday. Still no Chia pet. (Turns out, he didn’t know I had a blog. And now that he knows, he doesn’t really care. Until I figure out how to sneak my Christmas list onto The Combine Forum, I think I can forget about him taking a cyber-hint.)
So I’d given up all hope of ever getting a Chia pet. It’s not the kind of thing you can buy for yourself. I’m sure my mother would rather wear socks with sandals than be caught dead purchasing a Chia pet. And The Boy won’t be old enough for that sort of purchase for years.
Then suddenly, one day this summer when we were having drinks at the cool restaurant, on the deck overlooking the Crematorium (welcome to Weyburn), my friend showed up with a gift bag.
It wasn’t my birthday. Or my anniversary. Yet there is was.
A Statue of Liberty Chia pet. Complete with a battery-operated flame-shaped light on the end of its arm. Not only a Chia pet – a late souvenir from last year’s fantastic trip to New York City.
I can’t post actual photos. Yet. Successfully operating a Chia pet is harder than you might think. I’m on my second crop of alfalfa, and I still haven’t mastered the art of evenly spreading the seeds. My LibertyLady looks like she’s gone to one of those hairdressing schools for a cheap cut. I can’t possibly take her picture until I perfect my crop production technique. But every time I look at the windowsill in my kitchen, I smile like a lunatic.