Last night as the beau and I were closing up shop, he asked me if I wanted to walk home.
“Yes.” I turned toward home and looked down at my new monkey-tail cactus as I approached the crosswalk. “Hold on buddy, we’re going home” I thought, as I began to hum Diddy’s Coming Home.
Just as quickly as that mini interaction happened, I realized the beau was still behind me and joining me for the walk.
We both laughed as we crossed the street, realizing that I was humming to a plant.
It was a cold night last night for a cactus.
I can’t be the only one that talks to their plants, right?