This Flower Pot Is Gone
During last year's Lenten blogging project, I wrote about a flower pot in my kitchen — the lone remnant of my days with Email Dumper. (Got some time? Read the post! ) The TL;DR version is that I hated that damn flower pot. It reminded me of his spoiled man-child ways every time I washed dishes. I sometimes didn't water the plant because of the stupid pot. It clearly had to go. After a year of searching for a replacement, I'm happy to report that the flower pot that had to go is gone. More accurately, it's in my basement. Should I break it? Should I mail it back to him? Should I throw it away? Should I give it to Goodwill? I've yet to decide. But for now, it's tucked into a dark corner of the basement I rarely frequent and out of sight is out of mind. Plus, the new one is adorable and much more in line with my personality. Like all good things, it was worth the wait. New flower pot. Adorable, like me. Old flower pot. Full of rotten dirt and bad memor