Somehow in my twenty-nine years, I have never had the opportunity to send a girl flowers. I finally got around to doing that this year, the week before Valentine’s Day. There’s not much of a story to it, so I fear the recap will be a bit boring.
They were supposed to arrive on the 9th, but I received a call from the florist that the blizzard had killed all of the peonies in Ohio, and my order would be delayed by a day to allow time for a replacement to be shipped from Holland. Not ideal, but the peonies are Jen’s favorite flower, so it seemed worth it to wait. I’m told that it was.
And that’s about all I’ve got, other than the reaffirmation in my belief that roses are never the correct choice. They’re common and thoughtless and really nothing to write home about. Use your imagination, folks. It tends to pay off.
90/101 to go.
