And this is the floral arrangement that they actually delivered:
I guess she'll never know the difference.... but I do. Bastards....
That is all.
13.5.07
Mother's Day flowers.
So this is what I (and when I say "I" I mean Bil...except when saying "I" as in "I mean," because then, it's actually just me, D. your somewhat faithful blogger...) ordered for my mom for Mother's Day:
And this is the floral arrangement that they actually delivered:
I guess she'll never know the difference.... but I do. Bastards....
That is all.
And this is the floral arrangement that they actually delivered:
I guess she'll never know the difference.... but I do. Bastards....
That is all.
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I am amazed you even sent flowers--sending flowers is cost prohibitive, especially compared to what you can get them for down at your local Trader Joe's.
You should demand a refund!
I laughed. I'm sorry. Am I going to hell now?
Kimberly -- I know they are waay cheaper at Trader Joe's, but sadly, Trader Joe's doesn't deliver, and plane tickets back home from Chicago cost more than flower delivery... sigh.
Trevor -- Yes. Yes, you are going to hell, but didn't we already know that?? Anyway, I laughed too. This was the conversation I had with my mom on the phone this afternoon:
ME: Hi Mom, Happy Mother's Day. Did you get the flowers?
MOM: Yes, I did. They're beautiful. I love the vase.
ME: Isn't it cute?
MOM: It's pretty. I love the bubble in the bottom like that.
[NOTE: this is my first sign that something might be amiss.]
ME: Oh.... yeah. I thought you'd like it.
MOM: It's so nice. I've got it on the table in the hall.
[NOTE: She never puts flowers on that table; they always go in the center of the kitchen table so everyone who passes through the kitchen can see what a great husband/daughter/lover/whatever she has. The kitchen is the most used room in the house because while my family looks like they're from the genus homo sapiens sapiens, they are actually locusts.]
ME: Oh, great, I'm glad you found a nice spot for them.
MOM: OH! Your father's taking a picture of the flowers to e-mail to you.
[NOTE: My dad recently broke down and bought himself a new digital camera after having his old one stolen by my sister in order to record her drunken high school escapades for posterity. He now sends photos to me of all sorts of things on a weekly basis. Last week, it was no less than 10 e-mails, each with exactly 2 slightly fuzzy photographs of my sister's prom attached...this includes several copies of the same photograph attached to multiple e-mails and a time lapse from 1st e-mail sent to last e-mail sent of approximately 10 hours.]
MOM: Hold on a sec, Dev. (sounds of the phone being eaten by locust family [NOTE: this happens at least once in every phone conversation we have.]) Okay, he's e-mailing them to you.
ME: Great! So how have you been?
MOM: Okay. Nothing much is going on. You sister's finally learned how to cook, just before she leaves for four years in the dorms in college.....
I suspect she was just being nice.
That is all.
Wow, they ARE bastards.
-helen
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