Crazy Plant Lady

As I'm getting older, I find it's necessary to document the gradual decline of my sanity. I just advanced two steps closer to crazy this morning. Why? Because I caught myself having a conversation with my new plant as though it were a puppy or kitten or something. "You thirsty? Yeah, you must be thirsty... you drank all of your water last night. Want to go outside? Want to sit by the sun? Ok!! Which window do you want to sit at? Want to sit so you can see the bike riders? Ok, we'll put you here."

Just cut my balls off and/or shoot me now.

My Ivy

I'm also taking bets as to when I kill it. Who's in?