I have no green thumbs. In fact, you might say I have brown thumbs. Harsh Brown Thumbs of Death.
While we were dating, Dustin, knowing my less-than-stellar history with plants, gave me "a plant that even you can't kill!" It was a desert plant that could survive weeks without watering.
I accidentally knocked it off my windowsill and shattered the pot into a million pieces.
With that said, meet the newest addition to the family:
We decided he's easier than a child - less fussy and a whole lot cheaper. Dustin is in charge of keeping it alive. My job is to admire it from afar.
Hopefully it won't wither when I look at it.
2 comments:
Two posts in two days? You're on a roll!
I know I said it yesterday, but I love your plant!
Javier?
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