I'm Worth....FLOWERS!!!!

I just got the most beautiful delicious smelling gorgeous amazingingly colorful...deep reds, delicious yellows, beautiful greens, and a baby gourd...yes I said a baby gourd, beautifully arranged in an elegant vase...and you know what I deserved them. Everyone at work were like oooo and ahhhh! Wanting to know where I got them, who sent them, etc... I just felt so warm and special, not to mention that this absolutely BEAUTIFUL guy, literally one of the most lovely looking men I have ever seen saw me get flowers :) :)

I just have to thank Mary K for the thoughtful and caring gesture. I'm looking at them right now as I'm writing this and am just humbled and thankful and blessed.

I DESERVED FLOWERS...I WAS WORTH IT!...HURRAY!!!!

Comments

fofinha said…
Babygirl, you deserve so much more than just flowers, you derserve the world on a platter.

Love you.
12:02 PM
Carol said…
So glad you're enjoying them. Take a picture!
1:23 PM
Pilot Mom said…
I'm echoing Carol...take a pic and post!!! :)
3:44 PM
Bar Bar A said…
Personally, I'd rather see a pic of the lovely guy.

But I'd like to see the flowers too!!!
7:00 PM
~Kat said…
wow!! :)
7:48 PM
Melissa said…
Layla...in agreement with you, would love a pic of the guy...if he comes back in the store I might try to do so...what? I'm not a stalker!...I am planning to take a picture of the prilly flowers...!!!

(Speaking of pics, need to post some...will do so soon!)
7:11 AM
Gayla said…
Of course you're worth it! :) Why would you think otherwise?!

(((hugs))))
7:19 AM
daisymarie said…
echoing! You ARE absolutely worth it!
7:07 PM
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