I kill plants.
Not on purpose! You know how some people have green thumbs and anything they touch flourishes? I’m where they get that power. Any plant-growing skills I might have had were siphoned away to make those super-gardeners. But do you know what I haven’t killed yet?
My wisteria.
Look what I did!
My mom came to visit this weekend. By “visit,” of course, I mean she spent her entire weekend helping me tackle the four years of neglect this house has experienced. That’s maternal devotion- drive three hours to visit your kid at her new pad, crash on a futon because that’s all she has for guests, then put in two full days of physical labor to help her whip it into shape all before driving the three hours back home.
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Bess Carnan 