I saw the largest and most beautiful cactus at the garden center yesterday and literally gasped and ran over to look at it. And we moved on to look at other plants but my mind was still on the cactus and I chatted with an employee about it and he said it had been there for six months and that I was right that it was MANY years old. And no one but me had had much interest in it and it had grown so much that come spring it would probably need to be repotted.
And at this point I wanted it. And I was standing there trying to come up with a reason not to that wasn't just 'it's expensive and impractical'. But, I said out loud, I am in my thirties. By which I meant, I am at an age where my tastes are fairly developed and consistent, I know what I like and I'm in a position to shell out a bit of $$ for the Good Stuff. But @elucubrare just laughed and said "Ok? Sure, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in her thirties must be in want of a fuckoff huge cactus"
Anyway El knew the whole time I was going to end up taking the stupid cactus and patiently waited until I admitted it. Every employee of the garden center came to say goodbye to it on the way out because they had known it for so long, and they gave me a discount.
I am so in love. She is The Lady to me.
