I’m starting to become jealous of my cousin’s propensity for plastic plants. I’ve started envisioning days when my whole house is plastic plants and I have no responsibilities whatsoever. Go on a vacation on a whim? Why, I don’t even need to worry about figuring out a plan. I wouldn’t need to make a highly detailed list of every plant and what it needs on every day that I’m gone (and then eventually saying f it and hiring a gardener who will actually stick their finger in the dirt to know if it needs watering or not).
Plastic plants are true freedom. Maybe I’ll get just one…
NOOOOOOO!!!!!
We’ll play “guess the fake plant”!