And a far better option than...
Thankfully, Travis picked me a flower from the pot outside our front door and saved me my embarrassment. It's a rare occurrence; to have a flower in the pot that is. He always picks it for me if one's there.
And that's what keeps me from running outside with cash when the gypsies pass by.
It's also what keeps me watering that ugly plant.
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