Black Thumb

Hi, my name is Alyson, and I'm a plant murderer... [Hiiiiii Alyson...] Yeah, it's true, I just don't "get" gardening; it's dirty, and full of bugs, and worms, and slugs, and I kill anything with roots and leaves, except weeds, apparently I can grow them, and it's just really HARD [panting, out of breath, exasperated]. Now, my sister is another story, she can grow anything, she enjoys being in the dirt... and thereby is a mcjudgerson when it comes to my house's "curb appeal." So, with a big "Pre-Reno/Sibling Grad Party" looming, I went out and bought me-self some flowers! And pots! And soil! And gosh-darnit, I planted me some flowers...

In my triumph, I call Megan... who promptly deflates my proud posture.. "There are holes in the bottom, right?"

.......?

"WELL IF THE POTS NEED HOLES IN THE BOTTOM FOR DRAINAGE WHY WOULD THEY SELL POTS THAT DON'T HAVE HOLES IN THEM!?"

Enter my hero, my rescuer, my power-tool-weilding superman, who I pouty-faced asked to drill holes in the pots. And he did, even the super heavy, already full of dirt one...

And.. I haven't killed them JUST yet... (these pictures are from today):

And then my adorable, sweet grandparents bring me this:

So now I REALLY gotta get used to this whole gardening thing... Because my garden looks like this:

Sooooo I guess I will be doing that soon. Very soon... because I don't want to kill it, but I did give them fair warning it MAY be dead in a week...

Fingers crossed... black thumbs and all...