this past weekend

I bought a houseplant. It's your normal, nothing-too-exciting ficus. But I feel like I just made a huge commitment. Someone has to remember to water this thing. Feed it every once in a while. And make sure it gets enough but not too much sun.



It sits right there on the bookshelf next to the TV. I like that spot. When (if) I have a chance to sit down on the couch, I can choose to stare at the greenery or whatever British period drama I can find on netflix.

Perhaps I should just look at it as practice for this baby that will be born in a couple months. Someone will have to remember to water, feed and sun her, too.