About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Wordful Wednesday: Lies!
Easy to grow? Oh yah? Easy to grow?
I think not.
This plant had intentions of dying the minute I bought it. All I had to do was look at it funny and it would droop. I've moved it into the sun, out of the sun, in from the rain, in to the rain. I've talked to it. Left it alone. Dressed sexy for it. Cooked it dinner!
It's turned up its nose(s?) at everything.
This plant is the insolent teenager in my house.
I don't even want to see its stupid fluffy pink flowers at this point. It can take its high maintenance photosynthesizing needs and hit the road.
Or, maybe I'll bury it next to the asparagus. Mwahahaha.