Green Thumb, Meet Black Thumb

Let's start this post with the admitted fact that: I have killed a cactus when it was my house plant.

Everyone gasps when I tell them that. BUT YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO REMEMBER TO WATER IT! (That's what they say.)

Anyway, so I'm not good with plants. So I'm the ONLY one in my entire extended family who has plants committing suicide outside her door just so they don't have to be "taken care of" by me. My husband (who, annoyingly fits in better with the "weirdo gardening" side of my family than I do) accepts me for who I am.

However... when I brought home, as a surprise, some herbs in pots he told me to "PUT THEM DOWN! Put down the plants, honey, they didn't do anything to you. Don't touch them. I'll take care of them." I'm pretty sure they had given up the moment that I chose them from the store. It also might be the issue that I didn't listen to him and tried to help them along. Plants need cleaning right? I had to use soap! (JUST KIDDING, I know for a fact that my mother would fly here and take any living plant that was in my house just to save it from my evil hands if I actually did that.) Try as he might, Eric wasn't able to grant them life. They had seen the woman who would be their downfall. They gave up.

Yesterday Eric and I went to the store. He bought seeds (wouldn't even let me hold the packets, silly man) and soil, and some nice window sill pots. He brought it all home and made me some herb pots for my kitchen.

Lighting's bad, but I have basil, chives, parsley and oregano

 He told me not to look at them, not to touch them, not to even think about them. I'll try, but sometimes they look so lonely. :)