Around the beginning of December Dan brought me home this beautiful little Poinsetta plant. It was particularly sweet since he remembered how much I love them, especially around Christmas time. The only problem is...it is a plant. I don't mix well with plants. So I told him to not be too offended when it inevitably died in a matter of weeks. At which point he looked at me and said "Oh babe, this is like our own personal love fern (get the 10 Days reference?)...its our, uh, partnership poinsettia. You can't let it die."
I have tried my damnedest. Other then give this stupid plant mouth-to-mouth resuscitation I have done everything in my power to keep this stupid plant alive for the last two months. Unfortunately, this is what it looks like now:
Dan is getting particular joy out of grabbing it and proclaiming "Our Partnership Poinsettia! You let it DIE!"