Cherished Readers, I have a confession to make it. There is something that you do not know about me. I feel I have been misleading you. I should come clean.
I think I need a glass of wine first.
Ok. I'm just going to say it. Like tearing off a band-aid. No one has ever sent me flowers before. I know! It's awful. Believe me, I am as confused as you are. How is it that a smart, gorgeous, emotionally-stable cactus like myself has never received flowers until today? I guess stranger things have happened (although none come immediately to mind). But Larry sent me flowers, so now we have to get married.
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If you go back to Larry, you are dead to me.
ReplyDeleteYou're out of control, Wendy. More flowers coming.
ReplyDeleteDid the flowers come with a note?
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