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22 February 2006

I Heart Flowahz

Back in the day, long ago, when I was young, cute and single, I didn't care much for cut flowers. They seemed a waste of time, money, and beauty. I mean, they always died, didn't they? Of course, that's when I was getting a bouquet or arrangement every month or two, mostly from people I did not care for and would never date, so I could afford to be idealistic and dismissive.

Now that I'm older and wiser, I really love flowers. I love getting them. I don't care from whom. Rhuemy-eyed old geezer in the elevator that stands just a little too close? I'll take those roses. Sweaty, grimey troll in the grease-covered overalls, smelling strongly of garlic? Thanks for the daisies!!! Unfortunately, no one gets me flowers anymore.



On my birthday.

Thank you Unca Douggles.

And a surprise visit, on VD.

(Excuse the crappy cell phone shot - Yes, that is quite a vase. Yes, that is quite a mess on my shelf. You should see my desk. And yes, that is a crappy, wilted rose given to every staff person from FatCatLawFirm. Pretty cheezy, no?!)

I heart flowers. Even if they are wasteful. That's my dirty little secret.


At 9:10 PM, Blogger JenL said...

Yay for flowers! I love the vase.

And thanks for the compliments on my Bug. And right back at you and Miss Wee Monkeygurl. She's quite the cutie boo.

At 6:47 AM, Blogger Christine (knitting for boozehags) said...

dude, I got a card and some choco for vday. The card said "to:wife, from:loser"
How romantic. I never get flowers either!

At 10:43 AM, Blogger miss kendra said...

you got some crazy flowers there, lady!


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