and this is why footballs don't belong in the house.

I wasn't particularly happy that this poinsettia plant had lasted this long into the new year, but I also didn't really have a good reason to throw it out. It looked as perfect as the day I bought it -- glitter on the leaves, and all. Until today. Tom had Andy throw him the football, and the football landed right in the center of my plant. They are lucky it didn't hit the flat screen tv, only a few inches to the right. Not to sound like a know it all, but this is why we don't throw footballs in the house. . . DADDY!