About two weeks ago, I went to Rural King during my lunch hour. I originally went to get some plant supports for my tomatoes that seemed to be going through a growth spurt, but got easily sidetracked, like a baby distracted by shiny objects.
Not only does Rural King offer free popcorn (oh yeah, now you're interested, right?), but they have a pretty kick ass gardening section. I was able to score some gardening gloves that are both functionable and fashionable. What what?! (My next shopping mission will include a floppy hat.)
I also picked up some Miracle Grow especially formatted for garden veggies. A farmer who was in there talked me into it. Okay, I'm not positive he was a farmer, but he was nice and old and in Rural King on a Monday at 12:30 wearing jeans instead of office clothes. Using this criteria he seemed like a garden expert to me. He promised me that I would see results if I used Miracle Grow once every two weeks or so. Game on.
Fast forward through the rest of the boring day at work until I get home with my sweet new gardening paraphernalia. As soon as the afternoon heat had passed, I carefully followed the directions to mix the Miracle Grow in my cute two-gallon watering can (another great purchase of the day), and watered my little garden. It didn't take long.
Seemed like mission accomplished.
Later that night, as I tried to go to bed, I realized that I had a couple mosquito bites. Not a big deal. Then I noticed a couple more. I finally rolled my lazy ass out of bed and went to the bathroom to grab some anti-itch cream. In the (completely unflattering) light of the bathroom, I was able to actually see myself. No, I didn't have a couple mosquito bites on my legs. I had hives all over my freaking body, with a couple of very well pronounced ones on my legs.
Fuck.
I'll spare the details of my miserable night with hives. It ended with me going to Urgent Care and getting a shot in my ass. High point - the nurse complimented me on my pig tattoo.
After reviewing the day and what could have possibly caused the hives, I logically blamed the Miracle Grow. And so, the box was shoved to the corner of the garage where I eventually planned on guilting the Hubby into applying it to my garden for me.
But yesterday, I broke out in hives at work. Only this time, there is not Miracle Grow to blame.
Double Fuck.
So, it looks like giving my garden some Miracle Grow is on the to-do list for tonight.
Not only does Rural King offer free popcorn (oh yeah, now you're interested, right?), but they have a pretty kick ass gardening section. I was able to score some gardening gloves that are both functionable and fashionable. What what?! (My next shopping mission will include a floppy hat.)
I also picked up some Miracle Grow especially formatted for garden veggies. A farmer who was in there talked me into it. Okay, I'm not positive he was a farmer, but he was nice and old and in Rural King on a Monday at 12:30 wearing jeans instead of office clothes. Using this criteria he seemed like a garden expert to me. He promised me that I would see results if I used Miracle Grow once every two weeks or so. Game on.
Fast forward through the rest of the boring day at work until I get home with my sweet new gardening paraphernalia. As soon as the afternoon heat had passed, I carefully followed the directions to mix the Miracle Grow in my cute two-gallon watering can (another great purchase of the day), and watered my little garden. It didn't take long.
Seemed like mission accomplished.
Later that night, as I tried to go to bed, I realized that I had a couple mosquito bites. Not a big deal. Then I noticed a couple more. I finally rolled my lazy ass out of bed and went to the bathroom to grab some anti-itch cream. In the (completely unflattering) light of the bathroom, I was able to actually see myself. No, I didn't have a couple mosquito bites on my legs. I had hives all over my freaking body, with a couple of very well pronounced ones on my legs.
Fuck.
I'll spare the details of my miserable night with hives. It ended with me going to Urgent Care and getting a shot in my ass. High point - the nurse complimented me on my pig tattoo.
After reviewing the day and what could have possibly caused the hives, I logically blamed the Miracle Grow. And so, the box was shoved to the corner of the garage where I eventually planned on guilting the Hubby into applying it to my garden for me.
But yesterday, I broke out in hives at work. Only this time, there is not Miracle Grow to blame.
Double Fuck.
So, it looks like giving my garden some Miracle Grow is on the to-do list for tonight.
Obviously you are getting hives from WORK. QUIT.
ReplyDeleteI am also distracted by shiny objects, and I'm not a baby. Crys calls it sparkly syndrome.
ReplyDeletedude, take it easy on the miracle grow, btw. your tomatoes will get out of control in a hurry!! Also, I have a basil plant or four for you. I'll trade you my sweater for free plants!! :oD
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