The boy came home an hour late yesterday but laden with presents. Pink roses, giant balloons, tiny balloons, boxes of chocolates, yummy dinner, cards and more original artwork... and a cold.
I woke up this morning with a horrible sore throat. Something that's a minor irritant to Fizzienub reasserts itself as borderline strep for me. Where is the justice?
But let's look at my lovely pink roses, shall we?
Yes. The more I see pink, the more I realize I NEED this color in my home.
Pink. Pink. It took me 36 years to embrace this frou-frou, girlie-girl color but I adore it.
[ed. It's not too late to add comments to the "It's a Surprise" post. I'll be doing the random number drawing on Sunday night]