When I got home last night, the girls had already left for the airport. I wandered through the silent disaster zone that had become my apartment and into my bedroom.
On my bedside table, I found a vase of big purple flowers and a note.
Will you go to homecoming with us?
The flowers were mums.
How totally sweet!
I second that one. That they took time out from their texting quest of make-out boys to buy you some flowers speaks volumes.
Awww… Only a Texan can truly appreciate saying it mums.
They were terrific – so glad I got to meet your sis!!!
Very nice gesture. I like it. They’re THOUGHTFUL boy-crazy people. (I still don’t get the whole we’re-from-Texas-we-like-mums thing. Sorry.)
Alright, I’ve been reading for a while, but I’m not usually one to comment… but this got me. How awesome!! Too bad a person has to endure ages 2-13.
Is everyone in your circle of life this witty?
It’s amazing. Either you have a unique way of finding hidden intentions, or you are just surrounded by people with incredible control over language.
Your life (at least on this blog) is already a script that’s gotten final approval and a greenlight.
The mums were intentional on their part… the girls met Sarah and are privy to the blog. It was *I* who took at least thirty seconds to realize that is what kind of flowers they were.
My sister is amazingly funny and smart.