Thursday, July 05, 2007

That’s NOT What She Meant

We have some loverly flowers in our front yard. We (well, OK, Reha) works very hard to make sure they get love, water, weeding and attention. The other day Lucas was out helping weed (read: we had a gun to his head and he was out helping pull weeds).

Reha points to a flower and says to Lucas, “Lucas, name that flower.”

He sits and thinks for a bit, pondering over the flower.

“Silvia!”

For the record, it was a lovely columbine wild flower. Though maybe it liked being called “Silvia.”

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Holy Crap! Look at all this STUFF down here. It's awesome!

 

Really, I'm glad you made it down here. Almost no one ever comes down here. I'm like in a freaking dungeon down here. I get lonely. But not you. YOU made it all the way to the end of the page. For this I think I've a little crush on you. I don't know, is "love" to strong a word to use in this situation? Well, if it's not "love," then it's very strong "like." I'm totally in like with you for coming down here. You are awesome. Please love me back! I know, I know, I shouldn't be all needy, it's not attractive at all, but you don't know how it is to be stuck down here. Who scrolls all the way to the end of a page anymore these days? Anyway, thanks for shedding some light down here in the depths. I appreciate it. Shoot me an email and I'll send you a dollar, OK?

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