Have you ever had one of those days where everything is just meh? You’re neither happy nor sad, bored nor busy? That was Friday. Until I got phone call from the florist asking if I was home to receive a delivery. What?! Who would be sending me flowers? The hubs is terribly allergic to anything that has even a spot of green on it, so I knew it wasn’t him. I quickly called home and told the kids to take delivery of the flowers for me.
Then my paranoia stepped in and I started thinking all sorts of crazy thoughts… What if it’s poison? What if one of the kids gets hurt? Why would someone send me flowers? Surely this is a mistake… OK, in my defense, I watch a lot of crime shows on TV so the crazy is lingering just on the edge. I ended up calling the kids nonstop until it was time for me to get off work.
I flew home, opened the door, and ripped open the card…
Looking good for forty!
Love Mom & Dad
Awww They love me, they really love me!
There was also candy but, sadly, it didn’t last long enough for pictures.
And, uh, Shontel, if you’re reading this, this is proof that I’m the favorite child!