Being a man, I rarely have occasion to explore my feelings on the subject of receiving flowers. Today would appear to be the exception to that rule.
Burke Day [http://www.legis.ga.gov/legis/2005_06/house/bios/Day,%20Burke/Day,%20Burke%20h126.htm] (R), of the Georgia House of Representatives, sent me a nice bouquet of roses today. Eighteen of them in fact. There was even a card. It reads:
Love is always saying you're sorry.
Here's the thing: Until today I'd never heard of the man, or of anything he'd ever done (to my knowledge) that would require an apology. The delivery was quite clearly addressed to me, c/o The Escapist, so I'm pretty sure it was at least intended for me, but the intention itself may be suspect. I've emailed Rep. Day's staff requesting an explanation. I shall post an update when or if one arrives.
Until then, I've got a nice spray of roses on my desk to admire, and ponder. I have to admit to being a little excited at the prospect of receiving a gift of flowers, in spite of the reduction in e-testicle size that accompanied the realization. Also, the envious looks from the ladies in the office have really boosted my self-esteem. So I guess I should thank Burke for the lovely flowers, or perhaps curse him for opening a Pandora's box of conflicting emotions. What to do ? what to do ?
Here's hoping this day doesn't get any stranger.
Burke Day [http://www.legis.ga.gov/legis/2005_06/house/bios/Day,%20Burke/Day,%20Burke%20h126.htm] (R), of the Georgia House of Representatives, sent me a nice bouquet of roses today. Eighteen of them in fact. There was even a card. It reads:
Love is always saying you're sorry.
Here's the thing: Until today I'd never heard of the man, or of anything he'd ever done (to my knowledge) that would require an apology. The delivery was quite clearly addressed to me, c/o The Escapist, so I'm pretty sure it was at least intended for me, but the intention itself may be suspect. I've emailed Rep. Day's staff requesting an explanation. I shall post an update when or if one arrives.
Until then, I've got a nice spray of roses on my desk to admire, and ponder. I have to admit to being a little excited at the prospect of receiving a gift of flowers, in spite of the reduction in e-testicle size that accompanied the realization. Also, the envious looks from the ladies in the office have really boosted my self-esteem. So I guess I should thank Burke for the lovely flowers, or perhaps curse him for opening a Pandora's box of conflicting emotions. What to do ? what to do ?
Here's hoping this day doesn't get any stranger.
