A Special Gift (The Glass from the House)

My sister Kentucky attended my reading last Thursday and she brought me the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.

How lovely are those?

Needless to say, flowers don't do well at my house. Sista Callie Jo  and Mitch see flowers and plants and think...

"Yeah. Unh-hunh. Just wait 'til Oldgirl set those down. We are going set it off up in the mutha! It's going DOWN!"

Look... Callie and Mitch like chewing on my plastic plants, so something real drives them crazy.

As can be seen by the work they did on the greenery of the lovely bouquet.

Look at that... They'd been gnawing on the pretty fern leaves.

HUMPH.

So I brought the flowers to work in a glass from the house.

People called me out on "the glass from the house". Especially my workplace mother. She was NOT impressed.

"Lee, that's a glass from the house."

I looked down at the object in my hand. "No it's not!"

"Yes it is!" she hollered.

"Well, it will have to do. It's all I got!"

Workplace Mom did NOT want to hear it. She marched straight into her office and grabbed a fancy heavy glass vase, while her secretary hacked away at the tough flower stems with a pair of scissors. ("The stems must be cut diagonally before placing in water, LadyLee").

Hence, the special gift was made even more special. 

"And when the flowers die, keep the vase,"  Workplace Mom said.

I like her. She's a cool chick. And she keeps me straight.

And she won't let me walk around with my special flowers in a glass from the house.

I am so thankful for those flowers. Every time I see them, I'm reminded of my special night.

I wish they could live forever.