Never pet a burning dog.
Dear Car Dealer;
After pouring my first cup of the magic elixir otherwise know as coffee this morning and sitting down to check the latest crop of spam, I was surprised to see another e-mail from you, nearly begging me to help you help me. Wasn’t that a Cheap Trick song? No? Whatever.
Okay, so maybe the use of “murdering” and “houseplants” together in the title for this article will instantly skew your opinion that I’m some kind of crystal-gazing plant whisperer. Sorry about that. What I am writing about is how to keep your leafy friends from turning brown and crinkly with a minimum amount of fuss, so, here goes: