accidental gardener

A few years ago, someone gave us an orchid as a thank you gift for doing a good job on their case. When the flowers withered and fell off, Bosslady presumed the plant was dead and was going to throw it out. 

I've never been much for gardening (right now for example, I am totally failing at mini roses), but I know enough about plants to know that flowers are not immortal. Circle of life and whatnot. 

So I confiscated Bosslady's orchid, cut off the dead bits, and kept it on my windowsill. Sometime later, I confiscated a second orchid. Both of them have bloomed twice since then. This past Christmas, when Mumsy was certain that her new orchid was dead because the flowers had wilted, I took that as well. 

All three orchid plants are currently sprouting new flowers under my care. I feel like a wizard.

^this one's sick I think, but I'm researching how to try and fix it. 

I got myself a mini orchid this week, as a prize for being a wizard. 

I'm getting sick of pink, though. I might go out later and buy a blue one.*

*This is why I'm poor.

I DID IT.

Book 4 is done. 

Things are somewhat better since Monday. I have a pretty long list of places I'm checking out over the next few days. Driving up for dinner with Drummerboy tonight after work, and then seeing 2 apartments in Central Valley, which is NOT Newburgh. :)

I have also quit smoking.