…friends give you stuff like this:
I’ve had this little gem for a couple years now courtesy of my friend Josh. Ten minutes ago, I plopped the little pink anatomically ambiguous man in a glass of water as instructed because really, what else would a fabulous single woman be doing on a Monday night?
Nothing is happening with Grow A Lover. Or perhaps he’s just slow to make a move. Or maybe I waited to long to make the move. (I love how art mirrors life sometimes.) Or maybe he’s broken. Dammit. He’s broken. I know it.
Today’s lesson: Men never do what you want them to do. Even the strange pink fake ones.