I thought we could use an update on my especially dark shade of black thumbs.
A new friend invited us to go to the Botanical Gardens with her and her family and while we were there, they were giving away little pots of herbs.
For free. (What are they thinking? Do they even care about plants?)
Against my better judgement, I let the kids pick out two. (Just two, I figured we should spare some lives.) We picked up a basil plant and a lavender plant.
My friend mentioned that she was a great plant killer, to which I exclaimed that I was better and we decided we should have a dual and see who could kill them faster.
Let me tell you, I am so winning this thing.
Can you see it? It’s the shriveled thing in the middle, the color of dirt. Yeah, I think that’s what lavender is supposed to look like.
Also? It’s the same pot the other plants were in. So, it’s obviously the pot. I mean, nobody can be this good at killing plants.
BTW, my friend is also quite skilled at moving, as her husband is also a contractor and it just now occurred to me that there could be a connection being moving a lot and black thumbs. I wonder if I could get my Ph.D. studying the connection? My thesis could be The Effects of Moving on the Extinction of the Botanics.
I think I probably should have left that last sentence in my head.
Anyway, the only thing killing me in the competition is this guy:
It appears to be growing.
And I don’t know what to do.
So, I’m doing nothing.
And that’s how I know I’m going to win.