Dan bought me a flower this week.

I've actually had one of these before, in college.  It died after a couple of months.   "It died" is my way of not accepting responsibility for killing it.  It is amazing to me that I can keep a child alive and not a plant that I have to sprinkle with water once a week.

But this one is beautiful, and it makes me so happy to see it sitting there on the table, so here goes nothing.  (Dan, in his wisdom, bought me the easiest possible plant to care for.  I put three ice cubes on it; they melt, thus watering my plant for an entire week.)

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...

( $20 says my mom is going to send me weekly reminders to water this flower.  I'm calling it right now.)