Oh oh, and the whole flower thing reminded me about my nephew at South Station when he was super wee, but walking and talking.
We were waiting for my mom and dad to take the train home together after a long adventure at the Children's Museum, and I asked him if he'd like to buy some pretty flowers for his Grammie.
He tried to buy an entire bucket of yellow roses, but I talked him down to a bunch.
While we were standing waiting for her, people kept walking by and pointing and smiling at the cute little boy waiting at the station with flowers. He got a few "awwwww!"s.
And of course Grammie was thrilled.
I'm sorry, Sue. Oof. That's saddening.
::gives Megan a hug just 'cuz::
But I wonder if he bothered to ask the GF's dad for permission before he started boning her, you know? I mean, srsly.
I guess arranging a threesome would involve some sort of conference call.
Well, hopefully such circumstances would involve asking two different sets of parents.
Green cleaning is kind of neat. I just got my silver (well, silver-plate) havdalah set all nice and shiny without any of the smell or skin-burning that I remember from polishing silverware as a kid.
Why don't WASPS like group sex?
All the thank you notes.
He didn't really get it, and then suddenly wanted to be the guy waiting there with the flowers and got all panicky about not having time to get them due to project deadlines. So I picked up a small bouquet of roses in various shades of lavender.
...yeah, and when he has to have someone else pick up the flowers for him, clearly there are other issues. IJS. Yeah, busy, but...
