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.


CALL SANTA! THE GRINCH HAS FINALLY CROAKED!