The story of a tree

Once upon a time, my bonsai loving husband bought a cute ponytail palm.

The curliness of her branches made me smile.

After awhile, the leaves lost their curl, and the once cute tree

would growl at me every time I washed the dishes.

At one point I took matters into my own hands, and gave her a perm.

It worked--but only for a few days.

At Christmastime, we tried a new "do" with tinsel.

She's gotten old now, and her leaves are turning brittle.

A few weeks ago, I added a new accessory:

If you twist my arm...I might just give her away.