I stood in the kitchen glaring at my Christmas Cactus a few nights ago.
"Blooooooom. Bloooom, damn it," I growled. "I will not water you anymore at all if you don't bloom," I threatened further.
"I thought you were supposed talk nicely to plants. And play them nice music," asked Nat.
"I tried that. It's not working. I have spent all winter moving this damn cactus from room to room every few weeks, varying it's light intake, NOT over watering it and it still won't bloom," I said. And to the cactus, "What more do you want from me?!"
"Is this the same plant I wasn't aloud to be in the same room with for a while a few weeks ago," he questioned?
In other news, I'm headed to Sarasota, Florida this weekend to help out my boss at Spring Training. I really don't know anything about baseball, but I like warm weather and cute boys, so it seemed like a good idea.
Also, don't forget to vote for me over at Mr. Condescending's 100 Words of Lust Contest!