Diary of an Ex-Employee - Day 15.0

I got flowers! 

I was out with some friends and I got this phone call which was incomprehensible.  One of those situations where you have to run outside, explaining you are in a bar and then hope that this isn't a headhunter who works long hours and thinks it's ok to call at 6:30pm and who now thinks you are a drunk.  But no, it was someone saying they had flowers for me and would it be OK to leave them on our front porch.  

I said yes, and felt very sorry for the delivery person, because Puppy Dog, although angelic of face, can sound like a hellhound if anyone approaches his Den.  We also have a screen door, so it can be hard to see exactly how big the snarling barkmachine behind it is if you are standing at the bottom of our three steps wondering if today is a good day to die.  I can only imagine the poor delivery person ran up, plonked the flowers near the door and ran away as fast as his little legs would carry him.

When we got home, there they were - a stunningly beautiful arrangement centered on the protea, a favorite flower of mine for reasons I choose not to tell you.  Sorry, us women need to keep some sense of mystery.

Fluffy Bear had, of course, tried to take credit for the flowers - jokingly of course - but we both knew it wasn't him, so we were both really interested to see who they were from.

And the card read:

Love the blog

Love the protea?

Get well soon!

Everywhereventually

My dearest friend who lives across the pond and still, from afar, can make my day.