A few weeks ago, Miranda and I picked out 2 new fish for the house. I thought it would be brilliant if I get one for the office, too, so I would have something to "care for". The moment passed and I can barely take care of myself, so why the heck would I want something else to have to care for? Then, JJ brings me a plant to work.
Me, take care of a plant? The great thing about a child is that she tells me when she needs something. I don't hear boo from the plant! I won't be offended if people take bets as to how long it lives. I've had the plant for maybe not even 2 weeks, and already twice I have watered it because the leaves were starting to shrivel.
But it's pink!! and in a pink pot! (I do like the gift) Oh just think of the things I can do with a pink pot if the plant dies! (like get a fake plant!)