Fast forward to this year. We're not dating, so it didn't have to be romantic. But Josh went ahead and sent flowers anyway because he's like that. And he knew I wanted him too, kind of. So the balloon(!) on the flowers said "Feel Better." The Card was a "Congratulations! It's a Girl!" card. Therefore, my nosy co-workers put two and two together and decided I'm pregnant. Sweetness. That's what you get when you tell the flower people you want a random bouquet.
Even the flowers are random, and I love it. And I did straighten everybody out. (Stop stressing out, Dad)
And Happy Birthday. :o)
The best part was walking out of the hospital with them looking like I jacked some patient's flowers.
3 comments:
so remember name her after me! if Ashley is too common my middle name, Therese, will be sufficient enough... :) love it
Your father has suffered through all of you and your siblings traumas through life. If you think I am going to stress over something tihs simple (and quite funny) you are way off base. The father of my children is virtually stress free. Dad
Don't freakout because I spelled "this" incorrectly. I just had fat fingers while typing it and didn't notice until I posted it.....
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