…so you, my dear fortunate five readers, get to hear about my plants.
I’ve always loved plants. They’re not unlike babies in that they’re pretty and they thrive on little more than fluids. Unlike babies, though, they don’t cry, they don’t chap your nipples, they don’t poo, and they photosynthesize. Which is handy. I haven’t reviewed my plant biology in a while, but I’m fairly certain that, in addition to converting CO2, they also convert the noxious methane gases that are expelled in our household into sweet, sweet oxygen. Bonus!
I’ve recently taken an interest in succulents. Mostly because they are flawlessly symmetrical, captivatingly beautiful, and incredibly low maintenance.
But also because the word "succulent" is such an enjoyable word to say out loud. Say it with me…
Kinda feels like you’re saying something naughty. But you’re not! (Bonus!!)
The word "succulent" is gettin' so much play in my house right now...it's all "Check my succulents out!" here and "Wanna touch my succulents?" there and there's even a little bit of...
My succulents bring all the boys to the yard, and they're like...it's better than yours...damn right, it's better than yours...I could teach you, but I'd have to charge...
Okay. I’ll shut up already.