Evidence of a poor house wife.

I have this idea that a good house wife = one who can keep a plant alive.
It's the ultimate house wife test...

...a test I completely failed at.
There is no green thumb in this little wifey here.

Nope. 

None. 

ZILCH.

Every plant that dares to step over the threshold of our house should know their life expectancy is LOW.
Like really low.

The In-laws bought us this little love fern when the man and I got engaged.

That was its high point in life.

Every day since its gotten sicker.

Until about a few months ago it finally kicked the bucket. 

It put up a valiant fight. Really it did.

But I won {notice how I spun that. now I look like the victor in this little plant vs. house wife saga rather than a failure}.

Even more embarrassing. I still have this dead plant as a piece of decor.
Cause in my mind, dead plant look is normal.

Sorry In-laws. Really I am.
I tried hard to keep our love fern alive.

Nope. That's a lie.

I didn't try. I don't even know how to try. 

This little fighter only got a bath once a month. Clearly that's not enough. I know now.

ooo - Guess what? 

Are you ready to know?

Like REALLY ready to know?

It's a gooder.

You better be ready.

Ooookkkkaaayyyy...

Yep, I feel you're now ready.

This weekend is Husbands 25TH birthday {that's quarter of a century baby}! Woot Woot.

I've planned an epic birthday day date for tomorrow. Shhhh. It's all a surprise. Can't wait to tell you all about it {or just you mom}.

xoxo