on the green light, Audrey. After I came back home from visiting family on Friday, DH asked if he could help me unload the car. I told him no, I'd do it later--I had a headache. He knew what that meant and proceeded to do so anyway.
I'd stopped by Lowe's on my way to Charleston and hit their clearance racks. I'd also bought some tillandsias for the first time from Hyams near Folly Beach. I just smiled guiltily, as he unloaded my goodies while
ing at me.
He knows that it's pointless. I'm a plant junkie. What can I say? Is there a cure for this?