Fern Gully

[maveness]

Because I'm insane and a glutton for punishment and don't learn well from the fact that my mother's hanging baskets are barely clinging to life (it's plants - why do people not listen to me when I say I kill them?)...

I bought ferns.

Two of them.

For my patio.

They're pretty and lush and mine. And I put up the hanger thingies so they're hanging at a level where I can water them. And let me repeat...I kill plants.

So yeah, taking bets now on how long these puppies will last.

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One of mom's cats did her best to gross me out. Hacked up a furball. After eating. Which I almost stepped in.

I only gagged a little while cleaning it up.

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Reading an interview with Elliott Sadler, really, I can hear his voice when reading what he's said. It's freaky.

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And lastly...GIP! Bootie icon!

Comments

[sullivanlane.livejournal.com]

We are twins in the gardening department too. I got a plant for Admin Appreciation Day (end of April). The plant died sometime during Memorial Day weekend.

That was the longest I had ever kept a plant.

I'm surprised my dog is still alive.

[maveness.livejournal.com]

My theory is that the dog walking up and making noise helps us remember to do things. THe plants? They kind of just languish in the corner, and who can remember quiet things? (On the lucky side, apparently with time and effort one can become a plant person. My grandmother learned when she was about 70 to not kill plants. And my mother has made progress. I'm still in the "killed a cactus" stage, though.)