I’m sure no one labors under the misapprehension that I’m a good housewife, but in case you thought I had this under control, here are some reminders.
I can’t grow things. Ever.
I also cannot line up pictures, apparently. But you get the point. Anyway, these don’t look so bad, do they? Well, they’re supposed to be flowers. They’ve completely stopped growing and the one in the pink turned yellow. Sigh. I don’t know. I water them. I put them out in the sunlight. It’s not like they’re high maintenance. They’re in a two-inch pot. Not that hard to take care of. Fail.
Even funnier (now, not at the time), I can cook, but I make awful, horrible mistakes all the time as I grow in that department. Now, I’m not talking about last night’s pork, which was awful and drowned in salt (though maybe I should be.) No, I’m talking about how I set a fire in my oven. A real fire. Flames. Lots of flames.