"Houston, we have a problem" is what it said.
Ends up it had to do with a (lack of) toilet paper problem.
Those kind of messages make me laugh.
Later that day I got an email from someone else, and the heading was the same:
"HOUSTON. We have a problem"
It had to do with cake.
I understand those kinds of emergencies.
I was happy to offer my assistance.
I'm looking out my window at the foot (plus) of snow that is covering the ground and then in the window sill at my little seedlings waiting and waiting...
and then I turn around to find THIS.
HOUSTON. We have a problem.
If the two felines living at my house make it through the weekend without being FedEx'd to Houston, it will involve some long-suffering and charity.
Then today I saw THIS. Of my nephew.
I didn't know it was actually National Uproot-Your-Plants Day.
NOW I get it.