I cheesed on Mr. Palindrome yesterday (who asked me if 135 hits on his first day was any good - any good? that was my best day all year! sheesh, people really like to read about bad customer service) before he'd even given me a Valentine's gift. Sorry for the overload, but his sweet bestowal is totally worth two cheese posts in a row.
I usually buy myself flowers. Mr. Palindrome is super practical and he thinks flowers just die. He likes to give gifts that keep on giving (like dance lessons). I love, love, love fresh flowers and think life is just easier to bear while taking in their fragrance and blooms. So I usually throw some grocery store flowers into my cart and as long as I also throw in some treat for him we're even.
This Valentine's we invited some friends over for a mondo cheese and chocolate fondue dinner party and I bought these beauties:
I came home from work yesterday and immediately saw these waiting for me:
I feel like I'm living in the Secret Garden. Are you ga-ga for flowers like me?
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