Oh my goodness, this thread has made me laugh so hard!!
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Originally Posted by lotis146
...when you wonder if there's such thing as a "crazy plant lady" instead of "crazy cat lady" and what it takes to qualify...
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Maybe this?...
When you're painting your kitchen and precariously perched on a rolling cart to get to the space above and wayyyyy back behind the fridge and think, "Oh no! If I fall, crack my head on the stove and perish…
1. How will the orchids survive? I should have taught that strappy paph to dial 911!
2. Wait! It's too soon! I have to write a will for my 'chids. But I don't know anyone I trust enough to bequeath them to.
3. I should have watered, fertilized, and filled the humidifier before getting up here."
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You might be an orchid enthusiast if…
You're talking sweetly to your chids, telling them how incredible they are and what a good job they're doing growing such beautiful, healthy leaves and gorgeous blooms and look up to find your dog staring, quite unimpressed, with a look of, "What are you yacking to THEM! for?"
You're running out of windowsills and contemplate purchasing a console table for your kitchen solely so you can discreetly install a grow light under its top and BUY MORE ORCHIDS! for the shelf below.
When you think of selling your place, your first thought is, "But it has such great orchid lighting! I couldn't possibly move!"
When you think of selling your place, your second thought is, "Is there a section on MLS that will let me select places with only 'East-facing windows' for my paphs?
When you dream of moving to a tropical paradise just so you can grow orchids that presently you're only able to ogle online.
When you dream of winning the lottery so that you can finally, finally, get that orchid you've always wanted but was out of your price range. Oh, who am I kidding?…all the orchids your heart desires!!!!
When you go to the nursery, which now has a beautiful retail store attached to its greenhouse and you ask the owner if they could just open the door so you can peek in and see all the rows and rows and rows and rows of blooming orchids. And when they do, your heart skips a little. (Ok. Maybe a lot.)
When you tell the same person, who is now looking at you like you're an orchid that might have seriously fallen out of your pot, that if you worked at their greenhouses you'd be tempted to run up and down the rows touching all the plants.
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