Monday, May 22, 2006
one year anniversary
They are absolutely gorgeous and smell really purty like. Chocolate truffles and lunch at the Ritz tomorrow. I know I complain a lot about how poor I am. But that's just because I'm poor. Nevertheless, I have seriously never been treated this well by bosses. And they obviously know EXACTLY what effect fresh flowers and chocolate has on me: the power to forget that I shop at Goodwill for clothes, one day before we discuss my raise. I'm not sure if I should tell my future husband about this little weakness I have; it may get exploited beyond all rationale:
Husband: Honey, I was unfaithful this week, and I went to Vegas and blew the kids' college money. And I'm not really a man. But here's some truffles and pale pink peonies...I love you, and if you can just....
Me: ...[interrupting, with feeling] Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at Truffles. (whisper-weepy) Youuu had meee at Truffles.
cicada: maybe annual graduations for students? Congratulations! you just graduated from your third year of college! you'll get 3 flowers, 3 truffles, they'll make a sign that says "Alllmost Theeeere!"
mary: hasn't lowell retired yet? mercy me! that man is 105 years old. give chris a hello and non-sexually harassing hug for me!
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