oops

I don't pretend to have a green thumb; I'm actually more of a black cloud for plants. And, this is known...as you can see from our housewarming cactus, and from the poor plant craning for sunlight (which I rotate ~semi-annually).

Lauren & Drew have been in Hawaii for a week, and I was entrusted with ONE JOB--to take care of Lauren's newly-planted herbs. I agreed, with hesitation. (And, as a disclaimer, Lauren was aware of the risk because she was the one who gave us the cactus!) I watered them, as instructed, every other day; saved them from Molly once; provided ample sunlight (or so I thought). However, Russell noticed yesterday that 1 of the 3 herbs had just shriveled up into a black, crunchy deathpile. No slowly turning yellow & dying; it just crumped. Awesome.

So, I snuck down to Central Market today and conveniently enough, it's Herb Fest. I had a pathetic little piece as my example and no idea what it was (even though I'd been told by Lauren, and even though there's obviously a cardboard sign in the pot). The herb guru smelled it, rubbed it & bonded with it and decided that it was spearmint. I had the audacity to argue, ended up buying something completely different, and ended up making a return trip when I realized that, in fact, it was spearmint.

This is after the re-planting. Nevermind that it's ginormous compared to the other 2! I pick the Skaggs up at DFW tomorrow, so we'll see if I can suppress my guilty conscience long enougth to see if they notice!

I'm better with patients; I promise!