Many moons ago I was a client at a weight lost clinic. I went once a week, submitted to humiliation scale torture, listened to mind numbingly obvious lectures, and purchased incredibly expensive (which Mommy Dearest generously paged for), microscopic portion frozen foods.
Yes, it worked like a charm. I shed a punch of poundage which nobody noticed and which came back with all their extra buddies when I stopped attending the program
The skinny "counselors" encouraged me to reward myself whenever I met a goal. Since the only reward I had ever given myself was food and I never had two dimes to spend on myself, I was a failure at treating myself. Now, years later I discovered a present for me, me, me!
Houseplants! Fairly inexpensive. Big variety. Rarely die. No calories. Yippee!
My oldest mother in law tongue. Only one to survive the days at Angry Sisters house. I don't think she killed the others on purpose, but I really miss the monstera.
Two newest. Pink arrow and eponymous (I think). I love the sketchy leaves. The pots are actually dark, dark black.
Ellie Bananas tried ripping this to shreds with her chubby little hands. Luckily she ate nothing and the plants have already recovered.
Hoya doing well despite by it's growing slowly. I think it should have three or four more branches by now.
Christmas cactus I've had the best with so fair. I have killed two before. I think the trick is to ignore it most of the time.
Standard green arrow plant, pilfered from my school, and held alive by the pony.
Two tiny philodendron snatched from the Elder House lobby and (my personal favorite) jade plant. This is another I want to touch all the time, but it also seems to thrive on neglect. It does grow quickly enough for me.
These are my garden. My oxygen factories. My long delayed collection of rewards.
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