I am ancient, but we did corsages.

OMG, I forgot about Em's present. Can you believe that?

But know I remember, and am giggling.

The lack of scans sounds wrong, TB, but I don't have a clue how to correct it or her/your rights are or anything.

Just to cover the thing I would do that you probably wouldn't - you are topping up the water in the vase as it evaporates, right Andi?

I am the proud owner of a Hostess Twinkie baking set. That's right, I can make my own Twinkies.

I think Brittney would probably be pleased to get a corsage whether it's customary or not. But I don't know. I think we wore corsages for Homecoming. (eta: we didn't have an 8th grade dance)

My Mom was terribly disappointed that my brother did not get her a corsage for Sunday Dinner for Plebe-Parent Weekend at West Point - when all the other mothers had them. I refrained from pointing out that she would have been the one to teach him that kind of thing (really, did she think Dad was going to?).

Just to cover the thing I would do that you probably wouldn't - you are topping up the water in the vase as it evaporates, right Andi?

I kept an eye on the water level. Never really seemed to evaporate much, and stayed right around a quart. Or maybe Dan was topping it off when I was not looking.

The ends were trimmed under cool water, and likely had more exposure to air than would have been good for them, Beverly. Maybe that's the problem.

I am the proud owner of a Hostess Twinkie baking set. That's right, I can make my own Twinkies.

At least tell me you'll be adding cocoa powder to the mix.

I imagine the boys will dress only so much as required. Jacket, no sneakers, etc. The girls are likely to dress as much as possible, because girly teens. Imma make him get the girl a corsage.

The outfit I used to work for held a fundraising event, a Garden Party, at the home of one or another of our wealthy volunteers every spring. Many of the hobbyist rose growers in the area contributed masses and masses of roses to decorate the site--more volunteers spent the two days before the party stripping thorns so the florists (who were volunteering their time) could mass and arrange the roses without fear of injury. After the party, anyone who wanted them could take home roses, including staff. Any that weren't claimed were donated to the local hospitals and rest homes.

Over the years DH and the sons have given me roses on various occasions. After the roses had wilted, I bundled them and hung them by their stems to air dry completely, and then crumbled them slightly to remove their petals. I kept all the dried petals in a flat basket, where I could run my hands through them to release the scent whenever I wanted. I finally put some of them in a plastic bag-lined container, and would switch them out to freshen the basket every once in a while. It was quite a collection, and some of the petals were amazingly colored, since the hobbyists' roses had been grown for competition.

I'm now regretting that all the petals got tossed in the Great Purge of Aught Six. I may start another basket.

The world goes from dense to very empty to dense when I drive to work. Here are train photos that go through the canyon I drive thru to work. and train pictures. and an amazing flower that grows in my yard, but is strickly a volunteer.

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Those pictures are awesome, Beth. I love hill country, and the grassy slopes and trees are so beckoning.

Who wants to pick what classes I'm taking in the fall? I have an appointment with my adviser tomorrow to register, and I just don't have a clue what to register for. It's all a bit overwhelming right now.

It really struck me as I lloked at those photos, Beverly, how oddly empty it is in this very small area. But the Town I live in has been very careful to keep people from building on the hills. The tend to slide around here.