Don’t you just HATE it when you second-guess yourself to death? My “brother” had to euthanize his 16 year old dog, Ginger, this week. So I decided to have a ginger plant sent to him!
So I spend hours online finding one I like and ordered it. Now that it’s on its way to him I am all “what if he thinks that it’s morbid for me to send him a “ginger” plant for his dog named “Ginger”? And then I started thinking “he grew up in the fucking Amazon jungle!” (for real, he did) While this exotic plant looks just gorgeous to me, an Alaskan woman, is he going to look at it and think “oh, she sent me a weed.” ??
Did I just send my brother-from-another-mother a freakin’ morbid weed?
omg, I hate my own brain sometimes.