Roses. Two dozen of them...pinks, oranges, yellows, creams, just arrived for me at the front desk.
They wouldn't fit in one vase so we had to use two.
Did I mention the box of chocolates too?
It's safe to say that everyone at the Catholic Herald is witnessing a very shell shocked Amy. I don't get flowers from boys. Certainly not in any sort of romatic sense. And certainly not in such vast quantities. Prior to today, it is completely unheard of.
I just plain don't know what to do with myself, other than award Seth the Southern Charmer an obscene amount of brownie points.
Perhaps by Valentine's Day I will have warmed up to the fact that my cubicle may now safely be dubbed the St. Francis Rose Garden.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
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The only boy I ever regularly got flowers from turned out to be the 2nd biggest mistake of my life and an enormous waste of time. Enjoy the flowers, but try to maintain at least a bit of good journalistic skepticism.
I'm 42, and I'm just sayin. ;-)
Candy
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