Conversation with my Mom
Mom: Where were you, I just called.
Me: I was getting my ponytail palm out of the rain. His pot doesn’t have good drainage and I don’t want him to drown.
Mom: HIM? SHE’S A GIRL
Me: He’s not a girl, he’s a boy.
Mom: She has flowers. PINK FLOWERS.
Me: That’s the desert rose.
Mom: OH! You said the PONYTAIL Palm, he’s just a hippie.