Mission Impossible?

Yesterday I was doing some grocery shopping and I spotted some fresh herbs in little pots. I paused for a minute, recalling the small trail of dead potplants I've left behind over the years, crumpled and brown right next to my good intentions. I've been thinking about how nice it would be to bring some of the green inside, though. So I'm now the proud owner of two small tubs containing parsley and mint. They're sitting on my not-exactly-small windowsill where I know they'll get plenty of sunlight. My mission, should I choose to accept it, is not to kill the damn things.

At least this time I have motivation: I had some of the parsley on my salad last night, and a few leaves of the mint went into my glass of pineapple juice. NOM NOM NOM.