Cactus...

Well, my soon-to-be-ex husband's grandmother passed away Saturday. She was a nice lady but was in the later stages of Alzheimer's so it was kind of a blessing. She raised nine kids, including three sets of twins. She was a good source of information when I became pregnant with my twins and then later actually had to take care of them.

So since we coach our sons' basketball teams (yes, multiple sons on multiple teams means I used the punctuation correctly!) the parents went together and gave us a few plants. One of them is a nice, normal green plant with some red stripey things on the leaves. You would know what I mean if you saw it. The other one? Its a CACTUS. Really. Seriously. A cactus. I am wondering if I should take it as a compliment. Like, "Here is a plant you can't kill even if you forget to water it for an entire year." Because I love plants but they always die on me. And when its a plant I was given in remembrance of someone, I always feel REALLY EXTRA BAD when I have to then throw the plant away. Its like, "Glad you didn't have to take care of the PERSON who just died because three weeks later the thriving plant you took home is dead because you suck at taking care of things and people need A LOT more attention than plants do."

I brought the plants home Tuesday night and I brought in the stripey one but because (once again) I suck at taking care of things, I forgot about the cactus and I left it in my vehicle in the garage. I think the desert gets cold at night so maybe it will forgive me. I need a name for the cactus. So then I will remember to take care of it. Wait, scratch that. I got a free tree seedling when I bought the movie Wall-E. (Ok, I didn't buy it - I was given it. Its a stupid movie but I got a free tree.) I named the seedling Dalton and then I put it on my desk until I could plant it (the ground was frozen when he came). So, the other day, I moved my desk to vacuum and I found Dalton. He is dead. And he was an EVERGREEN TREE. So maybe the cactus should fear for its life.