My dad did some investigative work with his friend Alex, who is the owner of the established avocado tree that my dad offered to give me a graft from. The conversation continued today via email:

Dad:
DEAR CINDY:

AFTER ASKING ALEX THE ANSWER IS YOU MAY HAVE AVOCADO IN THE POT. THE TREE HAD A TYPE AND B TYPE IF YOU WANT ALEX MAY CRAFT HIS TREE TO YOUR TREE TO MAKE SURE YOU WL HAVE AVOCADO. THE NURSURY SALE THE TREE IS AFTER CRAFT A AND B TOGETHER SO ONCE YOU BUY WL HAVE LOT’S AVOCADO.

Me:
yeah, someone already told me that yesterday. but I can have avocados grow with the tree in a pot?!

Dad:
YOU NEED TO DO PUT POLLEN ON PISTILS BY YOURSELF. CAUSE THERE ARE NO BEE IN YOUR ROOM.

Me:
so I CAN have my own avocados in a pot as soon as it flowers?

Dad:
IF YOU DO IT RIGHT. I THINK SO.

Me:
Yay!

Do you guys know what this MEANS?! I can artifically sex up my avocado (“do it right,” as my dad put it), never plant it in the ground, and STILL have avocados to eat! It’s like a metaphor for ME! No home, no roots, artificial insemination… But, hold on…I won’t be having avocados without grafting if my boy turns out to be a boy, tho. Hmm. Oh, poo.

Speaking of me, Mr. W had this delivered to my courtroom today:

It came with a card that reads, “Cindy, You are the most special person in my life. I hope you enjoy these roses. I love you, always! [Mr. W]”
I think this means my bday week has officially begun.