Garden Savior

Last night, after work, the Hubby and I took a trip to Mecca. What, that's not what you call Target? Hmm, strange. Anyway, I was in search of the perfect tool to make my black thumb turn green. The one thing I knew would make all the difference. My saving grace, my redemption in the world of gardening. That's right, my multi-colored watering can. I know what you're thinking, "How could you not have had this before now?!" Those were my thoughts exactly and the same argument I have been using with Steven for the past two weeks.
But now it's mine. Ain't she purty?



I feel like I now have the power to conquer flowers and their growing thirst with ease. Steven does not quite understand my need. That's ok...he also doesn't quite understand my love affair with Target. But I needed this watering can. You see, I kill things. Lovely, alive, blooming, planted things. It's not that I hate plants and flowers; quite the opposite actually. I love them. But I have issues keeping even fake plants alive. Didn't know you could kill a fake plant? Well, my friend, come to my house.

We've been making all sorts of attempts to bring some color and life to our front yard. Last weekend we planted some Gerber daisies (in pink and yellow), some petunias (in magenta--that's for you, Tiff) and some daffodils up by the mailbox. The day was so windy that all of them were really struggling to stand up. And my hair was giant nest of knots when I finally went inside. So we replanted deeper. They stood--but they weren't happy about it.
To make things worse, it poured that night. Crazy, Noah-get-your-ark, rain. But our little flowers survived--for the most part. Then the weather warmed up and there was not a rain drop in sight. So it would be necessary to water the plants. What? water? A necessary step? And my gardening idiocy rears its ugly head once again. Almost immediately, the flowers drooped, the petals shriveled and I am left staring at them like a bad mother. I know the neighbors were judging.
Enter my watering can. She saved the day--and possibly the money spent at Lowe's to by those flowers in the first place. She's so pretty, I can't help but want to show her off. If the flowers get watered in the process, that's a bonus, right? I think I need one for inside the house too. There's a plant in the corner that needs some attention. Think Steven will go for that? Yeah, me neither. But it's worth a shot. :)

PS--Tonight is weigh-in. Steven weighs me once a week to track my progress. Not sure why we picked Thursdays. Keep in mind I was in a wedding last weekend. And that i had not one, but two pieces of carrot cake (Carrots are on my unlimited food list. How was I to get to the carrots without eating the cake?) and chicken salad, and pasta, and chicken Parmesan, and Au gratin potatoes, and bread, and bread, and bread. I did drink water though. Well, and a glass of wine. Dang it. At least it was over two days and three meals. Doesn't help, huh? I'll keep you posted...