I think I started talking about this at the holiday party, then got sidetracked.
This morning I opened my birthday presents from Scott. He got me dark chocolate (first thought: yum) and an orchid (first thought: I'm going to kill this thing). I wasn't so excited about the delicate plant thing, but tried to scrounge a smile and "thanks." Besides not being very good with indoor plants and fearing that Bruce will eat them, Scott has always wanted an orchid. So I wasn't really thrilled that he got me a present that he wanted.
Anyway, after opening presents I went for a run. Went by the Mystic River and up in Malden and such. For the first few miles, I got myself riled up about this stupid orchid. I was cooking by mile three just thinking about how much I dislike fragile indoor plants. Then by mile five, I decided I was being an idiot and that indoor plants really aren't that bad, and why should I care about a silly birthday present anyway? By the time I got back home, I was in a much better mood.
This is one of the many reasons I love running: it helps me stay grounded!