Well, balls.
All I wanted was to send my mother a bouquet of daffodils for Mother's Day next week. I even, in an unprecedented move, called the florist two weeks ago to see if this was possible, and I QUOTE, they said, "Call us back a week in advance so we can get the order in time to our wholesaler." So. I set a meeting notice to remind myself, and did just that this morning.
What's that though? DAFFODILS ARE OUT OF SEASON TROLOLOLO SORRY WE HAVE TULIPS THOUGH AND EVERY OTHER YELLOW FLOWER.
Unacceptable.
Except, it is, because nobody else in town can get them either. D:
I had my snarky message all ready to go, too. "Even though you always ran them over with the lawnmower when I was a kid (which was sad) daffodils still fondly remind me of you." There would have been an "I love you" in there somewhere. (mom and i snark. it's. what we do. so yes, that's somewhat negative, but i don't know any other way to be with her.)
And now that's just gone to shit. Ah well. I'll probably end up with the tulips. Again.
p.s. the diet is working. my face is thinner. praise be.
p.p.s. Hey, Death Cab? Why can I not just listen to your sad songs once instead of on repeat so as to hurt myself as much as possible? You're kind of an asshole.
p.p.p.s. Hey, Rufus? Oh, fuck you, man. Why? Cheap shot. Cheap shot.
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