I have been acting like a crazy person all day trying to get ready for a dinner party tonight. I hung new pictures (or rather finally hung old ones up on the wall) and cleaned like crazy and fixed some chicken enchiladas. I need to go put those in the oven, and my people should be arriving at any moment--including Patrick, the man of the flowers.
People at my work think the flowers were great (I went in today to pick up my paycheck and get a few things for dinner), and exactly the right kind of flowers for me. They are right, roses would have just freaked me the fuck out!
Where's Beebo?! There she is!!!
11 years ago
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You're hosting a dinner party? That should be on the "adulthood" checklist. :) Hope it went well.
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