Here is a major shortcoming that I have that I am finally willing to admit publicly.
Hi, I'm Ashley and I kill plants.
Everybody now: Hi, Ashley.
I looked over at my tiny cactus just now and noticed his major slumpage. I asked Bryan if it was dead because he was standing near it, and when he touched one of said cactus' prickles the whole thing deflated like a soufflé.
He laughed really hard and then put the cactus over near the other potted plant that also recently kicked the bucket.
This guy has been going strong for the entirety of our marriage, though:
At least they haven't ALL died...