Every morning I wake up to this:

Fail

Fail

Fail.

Fail.

FAIL!

FAIL!

Seriously it is a terrible thing to see every morning. Stupid Topsy Turvy, ruining my life. I’ve got a back up tomato plant that I started in an olive jar. As in, a tiny jar that had olives in it at one point, with like 2 oz of soil in it, that is doing better than this thing that is DESIGNED TO GROW TOMATO PLANTS.

At what point do I let it go? It’s dead. It’s like, really really dead. I’ve watered it. I’ve loved it. I’ve given it as much sunlight as I possibly can. And it repays me by dying two feet away from my bed.

Topsy Turvy? Epic failure.

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