Those plant growing freaks of nature have been at it again. Normally I would complain that I don’t have anything this pretty in my flowerbeds, but let’s be honest, it’s never going to happen. Want to know why? Because I’ll never plant it. I’ll never take care of it. I’ll never water it. I’ll never fertilize it. And it will die. Besides, all I really would want it for is to be able to take pictures of it, and I can do that now, without all the hassle. It is pretty though, isn’t it? Mom and Dad are gone this week, and I’m taking care of things here. It’ll be dead before they return. We are all taking bets on what day they will actually come home. They never make it the whole time. My bet is on 2 days early. I will miss them, no doubt about it, but my kids are going through withdrawals. Maybe if they knew I was here killing all their plants they would come home faster. It’s worth a shot. I could just text her a message with one of these pictures and a note attatched that says… Dear Mom and Dad, We have your big pretty purple flowers. They are ok right now, but if you want to see them alive again, you must return home immediately bearing gifts for your grandchildren and maybe something to eat for Scott and Christi. If you don’t follow these instructions, purple flower gets it. Thank you. Love, Christi
