Today is the Art Director’s birthday, so I bought him a sad plant. OK, so I bought him a real present, but he hasn’t opened it yet, so I can’t tell the internet what I got him.
But, I really did get him a sad, Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree type plant from the 50% markdown table at Lowes. I felt bad because I rejected his desire to buy one last weekend (because they all look like death has taken their number). But, really, what kind of girlfriend rejects a man’s desire to buy a $3 plant so that he can nurture it back to health? Clearly only the very mean kind.
Thus, I came home from my errands yesterday not only with champaign, the ingredients for the world most decadent chocolate cake and a large hunk of blue cheese (which he loves), but also with a slightly crispy “purple plum azalea” for him to rescue.
If he pulls it off, we are going to end up with a yard full of marked down plants. Plan, shman. What’s on the reject table?
Happy Birthday, Baby!