I'd consider a cat but I have no obscure place to put the kitty litter.
No other pets interest me.
My sister Jean is coming to visit today. I want the apartment to look nice; she hasn't been here in almost six years.
I go to the local florist to buy some flowers. I'd like some color. But flowers are so fleeting.
Instead, I walk out with this:
I have never been good with plants, so I'm a little nervous about its care. But I'm told it only needs watering once a week.
What I'd really love is a Fiddle Leaf Fig tree, but that feels like such a major commitment.
I'll start small and see where it leads.
My new little plant will be my test. Poor baby.
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