For whatever reason, I felt like I leveled up enough in life to the point where owning a plant sounded like a good idea. I should have left it at "sounded" because this last trip to Ikea led me to become a plant owner.
And I didn't just buy any plant. I bought a tiny, cute, finicky, S.O.B. of an orchid.
Would you like to hear about the last time I was a plant owner? My dad gave me a cactus that he budded(?) off from a cactus that was growing wildly out of control. He claimed that I couldn't kill it even if I tried. Well folks, my sister likes to remind that I am "less nurturing than a desert". I also suppose this isn't a good time to bring up the last tiny, cute, plant entrapment from my premature adult life. I was terribly mistaken and that cactus wasn't of the " brown-variety". Ugh...
48 hours and I'm starting to lose hope.
Somebody send the plant whisperer.
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