Imagine my astonishment when I clicked on the enclosed e-mail link and ended up here, reading the above post! Why, indignation hot and heavy swelled up within (or was it merely a gas bubble from the gigantic dinner I had last night?) Oh, to be so maligned in public! To be the butt of my dear friend’s warped humor!

Self, I said, you’d better rethink this friendship. Why oh why do you always end up with people who want to shame you and have you sent to the big house?

Tears as warm as my latest hot flash coursed down my tender cheeks. It’s not fair, I told myself, not fair at all. Can I have been so mistaken? Have I only imagined in my warped mind that Aussie adores, nay idolizes me? Can it be true that she has stored up so much resentment towards me that my public humiliation and castigation causes her nary a twinge of guilt?

And then, dear readers, then I saw it: the flower. Aussie picked me a flower! Oh sure, she refers to it as dead–but aren’t all flowers dead once they’ve been picked?

My heart leapt with joy. A flower from Aussie! I haven’t received a flower in a month of Sundays and now here is one from Austin herself!

With a sigh of pure contentment I finished off my cup of joe and relished the moment. Self, I murmured in conclusion, her adoration still waxes hot and heavy or she would not have taken the time to pick you this beautiful flower.

Thus began this brand new day. Can it get any better?
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LMAO..You are so fun! My head hurts I laughed so hard.
Austin