Like I Need ANOTHER Hobby...

Dang. Just when you thought I couldn't get any COOLER! Yeah, I know, I don't need another hobby, but I can't just do one task and move on. I need to read about it, live it, study it, learn all there is to know about it! No, college didn't teach me that habit - I am pretty sure I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Whatever - I own it. :)

So my BF and I had a task to fill some dirt spaces in the backyard and try to make something GROW. They call this 'gardening'. I was afraid to get a DOG, people, because every house plant I EVER got, I killed. Now you want me to make shit grow OUTSIDE? In the HOT SUN? And KEEP IT ALIVE?

So here my computer brain kicks in and says "Hey. If you don't know the answer, GOOGLE it." So my conquest began. Pretty soon, I am bookmarking websites, ordering books, and naming perennials by name in the garden shop. Yup - you guessed it - I'M OBSESSED.

So we spend $80 on plants - wait, are you kidding me? EIGHTY dollars for like 10 plants? There is NO gas inflation in these prices, people - they grow this shit ON SITE at the nursery. Goddam it, what a RIP! OK, whataver. Moving on.

We get THE MOST EXPENSIVE PLANTS IN THE WORLD home, and NOW I am even MORE obsessed. There is no way these plants (which should be diamond encrusted based on the friggin price I paid) are going to DIE after $80. So, I am watering, feeding, monitoring, watering some more, checking soil, monitoring some more. Even the houseplants (which look like Misha Barton ALL the time) get more attention and food and water and are filling out VERY nicely. Like plants are SUPPOSED to. When they are not IGNORED. (Sheepish look on my face).

I am proud to say that we have BEAUTIFUL blooms in our backyard, and the hard work and obsession was worth it cuz it was a SUCCESS. WOO!!

We even bought some catnip plants from the nursery (since we don't have kids, we project our child-rearing instincts on our poor animals and spoil the holy CRAP out of them) for the cats entertainment when they are hanging outside with us when we BBQ.

Larry discovered it right away, and looked like he was on E. He was rubbing his little face all over it, putting his paws in it, then rubbing his paws on his face, all the while rolling around on the ground MASHING the poor little plant and getting a MAJOR contact high. At least SOMEONE is partying their face off!

Nothing like a little gardening to turn a member of your family into a drug addict.