Postby Young Val » Sat Sep 17, 2011 2:05 pm
Confession: I buy myself flowers on a regular basis because it makes me happy. I have been doing this for years, whether single or in a relationship. David has bought me flowers once, bought me "flours" twice, and made me origami flowers once, and done many many many other sweet and unexpected romantic things. But I love love love having fresh flowers in the house. I think they are beautiful and cheerful and--now that I frequent the farmers market--cheap! I need my flower fix, so I just take care of that need myself. Some of my friends think this is weird, like I'm passive-aggressively trying to send David hints or something, but that's not how it is. For awhile, their opinions made me stop my little indulgence, but recently I got over it, and I'm so glad! :::admires sunflowers, etc. on her livingroom table:::
you snooze, you lose
well I have snozzed and lost
I'm pushing through
I'll disregard the cost
I hear the bells
so fascinating and
I'll slug it out
I'm sick of waiting
and I can
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant