and it's not me. (ha! I crack myself up.)
The impatiens from my grandmother before I gave it a haircut this weekend:
And post-massacre:
It's extremely difficult for me to believe that anything can survive this kind of treatment, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed...hopefully it will come back nice and full, and all of its little babies will sprout roots so I can plant them, too.
(Isn't it nice to always have a supervisor?)
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