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Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Sunday Test Time




What These Daisies Say About You



You have a spirt of pure optimism. Your view of the world is eternally cheerful.

You are bold and vibrant. Incredibly striking, you always stand out in a crowd.

You are adaptable and flexible. You can thrive in almost any situation.

What Do The Flowers You Pick Say About You?




You Are Basil



You are quite popular and loved by post people.

You have a mild temperament, but your style is definitely distinctive.

You are sweet, attractive, and you often smell good.




Since I'm thinking of what flowers and herbs I'll put in the garden this year, I thought these would be fun.

Peace

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Flowers and Louis Vuitton



Desk flowers this week.

The Day the Office Smelled Like Pumpkin Spiced Coffee

Who would think to put a cup of pumpkin spiced coffee into a Louis Vuitton handbag and why????

Well, I'm not going to mention any names (Twinhead), but I was dragged 10 blocks yesterday at lunch just to get a cup of pumkin spiced coffee (not for me but for T.H.). I, like a good lil friend I am, went along for the walk. This was all after the grand premier of said bag at the office!

On the way back, we stopped to get sandwiches and salad to bring back to the office. While walking thru the farmers market by our office...T.H. stops and mumbles something, then opens her Louis Vuitton satchel bag to discover her pumpkin spice coffee is spilled and is occupying at least an inch of the bottom of her handbag! Ut oh! I tried to be sympathic, grabbing some plastic shopping bags from the farmers and helped her empty out the contents. Then wiped some dripping coffee off her jacket. Wasn't funny (hehe). Then I asked the million dollar question: "Why the f......did you put a cup of coffee in your handbag?" Actually I didn't really want to know the answer, because there isn't any logical answer to that question....(sorry T.H. ;-), but there really isn't ya know).

She spent the afternoon air drying the contents of her purse. The aroma of pumkin spice filled the air.

(Yes she will kill me for writing this story, but hey, what are friends for but to provide blog material?)

Peace