There doesn't appear to be a creature stirring nor moving its mouse in Blogland tonight.
But I'm unwinding from from another holly jolly fun filled day of holiday party arrangements ( must you all need 12 pieces?) and looking forward to a similar tomorrow.
GG is studying for her final final tomorrow. On a Saturday, how cruel. December is the cruelest month.
This week has been filled with winds up to 40 miles an hour, freezing temps, a lovely little snow and GG studying aloud. Tonight it's endocrinology. Not Shakespeare folks, but somewhat musical all the same.
In the world news, I got in a fast phone call to the lovely and lovely sounding Miss Pickering.
She's British don't you know and had posted a comment about the staggering amount of work she had to do and the impossible number of hours she had to do it in.
She's British don't you know and had posted a comment about the staggering amount of work she had to do and the impossible number of hours she had to do it in.
So I rang her, and once it was understood I wasn't calling from India trying to sell her something we had a brief but heartfelt florist to florist, blonde to blonde chat.
My smiles came quicker the rest of the day and I even managed to be charming to a customer who showed up at 4:00pm with 6 vases she needed filled for a brunch tomorrow. Could she pick then at 10:00 am tomorrow?
Hell if Miss P. can get all those wreaths decorated surely I can do 6 extra arrangements.
With such baby steps is world peace and harmony achieved.
There's a song in here somewhere.
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