Green Thumb

I have killed each and every plant I have ever been given. Every spring, I see beautiful flowers at our local farmers' market, but refrain from buying them because I know I will eventually murder them. Although, it really ought to be considered man--er, plant--slaugter since it is neither premeditated nor intentional. However, considering how long the process drags on, it could be considered cruel and unusual bumping it back up to murder...

Take my aloe vera plant, for example. Aloe vera is a cactus. Virtually impossible to kill. Notice I said virtually. It took me about two years, but I eventually neglected it to the point of no return.

See, I don't think to take care of my plants. I simply see them looking all wilty and brownish and try to revive them with water. After all, how often does a cactus need water anyway? Apparently more often than every four months.

Today, however, I discovered I do have a little green on my thumb. I can indeed grow something! 'Course it's not pretty. and it definitely doesn't smell nice.

I'm still trying to figure out how to turn it into penicillin so that I can finally have that perfect work from home job...

{NOTE: This blog was actually written on paper on Tuesday, December 21, 2010, but finally uploaded today.}