Sunday, March 22, 2009

Warning: Viewer Discretion is Advised

This could get ugly. I may be in need of an intervention. It is that bad. It's shameful. I wasn't sure about revealing it here for people to read about, but I have a probem and I am adult enough to admit that.

It is barely officially spring yet I start drooling just thinking about little potted plants that might be for sale at the local stores, the little packets of joy (seed) that they might have. I won't even tell you how I look through mail-order catalogs or the websites with desire in my heart. They'll sell me whatever I need, but even in my frenzied state I can tell that my wish list is far too long to be reasonable. This could be a problem. No, it is a problem and I know it. Help!

Which in true plant addict parlance means, "Hand me the shovel, quick, so I can get these planted before my husband gets home and sees them!"

3 comments:

W. Latane Barton said...

I belong to the same help me club. I am drooling so much all over the seed catalog pages that they are damp. But, I am too old for shoveling so son will have to come to my rescue.

Shannon said...

I am right there with ya.

countrypeapie said...

I'm just counting up how many years it will be before my son can effectively shovel for me....