After reading Aunt Becky’s blog post today, I made a comment to her about how envious I was of her ability to grow plants. There may, or may not, have been some mention of how I was completely rearranging my Facebook farm to include the new Dairy Farm and to make it prettier. That is neither here nor there though.
Here is the honest truth.
I have a pair of black thumbs. Black as they can get. I look at plants and they die.
I’ve killed the un-killable. Cacti, tomato plants, ferns. You name it, I’ve most likely killed it.
Including a plastic plant.
I’ve killed something that wasn’t even alive.
You know those great big fake plants they have?
Don’t leave them next to a base board heater.
I’m just saying. Because you may, or may not, come home from a long day at work to realize that your plant had melted. To the wall.