This was my Love Potato when the Hub first left him for me:
This is him now:
I took the decision to throw him into the food recycling bin last week, but he’s still sitting on my kitchen counter.
I love my little Love Potato; how can I possibly toss him aside?
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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Don’t you get vodka from potatoes? I know that it’s a process, you can’t just wait until the potato kindly leaks out vodka. Your love potato looks like it’s in reproductive mode with all the roots it’s producing so it is an actual “love” potato, trying to make baby potatoes.
Following on from Laurie’s comment, why not plant him, arrange a ceremonial heart in pebbles around where you’ve planted him, and reap the harvest of spuds (!) in a month or two? Otherwise, he will start to smell a bit!
PS keep the face!
I think you should give him a new home out in the garden … let him grow in peace.
Well, he melted away quite fast.
You are weird (I love weird!)
LOL Till! You know, it would be a GREAT Christmas decoration/centerpiece for all the Martha=Stewart decorate-y types!!
I am soooooooooooo tempted by your wonderful idea
I was going to suggest you plant him. Cut him into bits so each bit has an eye and you will get lots of little potato plants. If you have no garden space, plant him in a pot or potato sack. You can get these growing sacks at your local nursery. Dianne
You pick him up, open the bin, and drop him in — he has further duties to perform!
A pragmatist!
Not always, but I try to be!
Don’t throw your love away! Plant him in a pot in your backyard. Water him with love and perhaps your love will grow and next year you will have little love spuds you can eat. Then they will be a part of you. What you don’t eat can be replanted next year and your love will be with you always.
That may have come across slightly weirder than intended… No. I intended it to be weird. But then they do say truth is weirder than fiction.
And you are weirder than truth
Lol. So funny!
Isn’t your Love Potato getting awfully stinky?
Hmm…you could have used him as a seed potato and watched love grow.
At least you have the photos to remember him by. Maybe Hub will duplicate him for you.
Try planting your love potato and then you will have a Love Garden!
Chuck out the bits that are old and decrepit and keep the bits that have survived. Old face and limbs on a new body as it were