Or, you know, as responsible as a grown up person who lives in her childhood bedroom in her parents home can appear to be.
That is, so I thought.
Until my entire sense of self worth was thrown into an abyss of uncertainty after an unfortunate near-death experience (see The Weekend I Almost Killed My Dog On Accident).
Upon reflection, I've realized that I actually have an extensive history of irresponsibility—specifically as far as other living creatures or organic materials are concerned.
Just ask my Ficus plant.
This is what a Ficus plant should look like
This is what my Ficus plant looks like after 5 years of tender love & care...
Note the adorably whimsical sign my very helpful work cubby mate attached.
I rest my case.
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