Therapeutic musings mixed with humorous ramblings and sometimes spiritual notations of life as I know it in written form. A diary of my heart inspired by life.
Monday, December 23, 2013
Mother of all Poinsettias
The other morning I looked out my
window to see a delivery truck delivering a poinsettia the size of a truck….
Literally! I thought to myself…. “I hope that is going to the desk of the one
who gifts us with poinsettias every year.” A giant poinsettia for him to tend to
would be a very fitting way to end the Christmas season. As it turns out, it
wasn’t going to the great giver, but rather the other napalm thumb of the
office. I walked into her
Still in ICU
office and found her starring at the ginormous
explosion of red sitting on her table. I couldn’t help it, I started laughing
and asked who had done that to her. She told me (in disbelief) that they were
from her husband for their anniversary (we share the same anniversary date).
That just made me laugh harder. She said…. "I guess he hasn't heard a word I've said about poinsettias!" It's just like a typical man to give you a gift
that is known to cause
stress and anxiety? Later, when I thanked my husband for the purple roses he sent, I told him about her
Victim of Napalm
poinsettia delivery. He laughed and said that as
he was picking out the roses, the girl asked if he would like the arrangement
made with some poinsettia blooms mixed in. He told her…. “Oh no, I wouldn’t want
to do that.” Maybe her husband wanted her to have more poinsettia experience in order to face the challenges of Christmas' to come.