Just me. (lara7) wrote,
Just me.
lara7

have a random day!

so I get home tonight and find a delivered-from-a-florist arrangement on my doorstep. My mind races trying to figure who and why. My birthday isn't for 6 months. There's no special event in my life to celebrate like a promotion or winning a marathon or receipt of $1.5 million from a deposed Nigerian monarch. There's a new man in my life, but he's not the flower sending type, I don't think. There's someone I'm not speaking to as of a week ago, but he's 1 ) also not the flower sending type 2) not at the point where any apology, much less a floral one, would be indicated.

So I open the card. It's addressed to 'Jenna (not my last name)'.

"Congratulations Jenna, Les and Rohan" (no signature)

Now, 'Les (not my last name)' is the name of the man I bought the house from in May 2003 . I remember vaguely hearing from the realtor that he was selling because he was engaged/recently married. The spirit of the arrangement and the card indicates a baby, although I'd hope that the name "Rohan" indicates a new kitten and not a human infant.

So these are not intended to be my flowers, though possesion is 9/10s of the daisies. I will bring them to work, else the cats will eat them.

The paradox- someone likes Jenna and Les well enough to FTD them some daisies when they spawn, but isn't close enough to have visited them since April 2003. Someone likes Jenna and Les enough to send them flowers but doesn't sign their name. Because I am I good person, I will call the florist and inform them that while the flowers are pretty and were delivered to the indicated address, the intended recepient will never see them and the sender should be informed of his/her mistake.

Note to friends who know me well: In the unlikely event that I ever reproduce, please do not send me flowers if I name my child "Rohan". Instead, please hit me and the father of the child in the face repeatedly until we come to our senses and choose "Emily" or "Stephen" or some kind of name where you can at least GUESS THE GENDER OF THE DAMN BABY FROM ITS NAME. I thank you, and my unborn child thanks you for decreasing his/her elementary school/junior high beatings.
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