Flower Jealousy

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I think, yesterday's arrival of flowers were the straw the broke the jealous cow's back. Lots of jealous cows. Lots of jealous cows who are waiting to trample me and steal my flowers.

This morning, I walk into work and am delighted to see a small flowering monument which has sprouted on the front desk. There was also a glowering front desk cow eyeing my lillies rather hungrily. (Aren't lillies horridly posionous or something?) I walked to the back to get my coffee only to be greeted with more Flower Whoring Glares. This did not bode well. I tried to strike up a perky conversation, only to be informed it was wrong, nay, immoral, to recieve flowers when you WERE NOT EVEN THERE.

Ah. It all becomes so clear.

So, I retired to my office, allowing my flowers to sit on the front desk so they could have a tiny smidgen of my happiness. When I walked out to give The Cow some paperwork, I heard her telling someone that they were HER flowers from a secret admirer. In the spirit of Christmas, I did not say anything, what the heck, let her have her jollies.


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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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