One of my colleagues received a George Washington Chia Head as a gift for Christmas. It has been sitting in a box on his desk for months, begging to be re-gifted. After a glass of work-place wine, we all decided to open the box and get the Office Chia started.
I’ve never owned a Chia Pet before, so I’m absurdly excited. When I saw its claim that it will be fully-grown in two weeks, I made a bold decision:
“You know the guy who took his own picture every day for eight years?” I asked.
My colleagues nodded. “Well, get ready to give it a run for its money. Because we will take a picture of Chia George every day until it’s fully grown. Except on weekends.”
I could tell they were pretty impressed with my commitment to the project, based on the silence that followed.
Or maybe they were just thinking, “But then we’ll have to watch our chia start young and awkward, have a brief hottie period, then end up looking like a bike courier who refuses to groom himself.”
Or maybe that’s just my take on the photo guy.
Regardless, upon examining the contents of the box, my excitement was dashed. No one warned me that there would be PAPERWORK involved! Ack!
Apparently, it’s important to register your Chia. (Because someone might steal it? Not sure.)
Here’s a photo of the form:
Paperwork like this is why I've never adopted a baby.
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