My cactus is done blooming
No, the title is not a euphemism. What would that even be for? My mother-in-law gave me a Christmas cactus. Every time I think of a cactus, I think of a talking cactus from a show I can’t even remember.
“No, dammit, don’t come any closer,” the cactus character said. And that’s why I like cacti. Because of a cartoon.
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Speaking of obscure cartoons, can you believe that not one of my friends know about the Sexual Harassment Panda? Every time I see the Panda Express, I think about the Sexual Harassment Panda. When I told my friends that, they thought I was accusing a Chinese food company of not being women friendly. That’s not it at all. I don’t know anything about chain restaurants and their political correctness problems. I was referring to South Park. How can they not get this?
The point is, nobody gets my obscure references and it is a lonely world. But at least I have my cactus.
