house plants hate me.
in our first apartment the peeps who lived there before us (curtis + jennie) left some of their homey items: dresser, a mammoth desk, table/chairs, and a house plant. i'm not sure what kind of plant it was. i guess it was one of those unkillable ones because i swore it was dead on several occasions. i water them. i put them in windows. i put them away from windows. i might water them too much, that might be an issue. somehow that plant survived its 3 months of terror with me. i was pretty proud of it.
anyway, what i'm really getting to is my lovely valentine orchid plant. killed it. had to throw it out on wednesday.
i can't keep a house plant alive. if i was a recovering alcoholic in the steps program i think i would be told i couldn't have any pets, or a relationship, or children.
people ask me about children. like when i'll be popping out a baby of our own.
this is what i (sometimes don't) say:
maybe after i'm done with school.
maybe when we have more funds.
maybe when i feel brave.
maybe when we feel like it's right.
maybe when i feel a little (big) nudge from my Father in Heaven who knows the time for everything.
maybe after another house plant.
but definitely someday.
i'm very excited for someday.
as for today i'm eating doritos for breakfast. we have no milk. or anything. i guess i'll go to the store. dang.