My bounty is as boundless as the sea;
My love as deep.
The more I give to thee, the more I have;
For both are infinite.
I just love coming home from work, taking the dog for a walk for a while, and then coming home to dinner. When I open that door and smell those wonderful smells, it means someone loves me. And I really appreciate him. So at the risk of sounding all sentimental here, I'm saying it loud for all to hear. And now I'll stop. (I can just hear my sister-in-law right now, telling me I'm a hopeless romantic who sees the world through rose-colored glasses).
So, about these lovely flowers: When I came into work last Friday, there was a large bouquet of tulips on the counter and they were being admired by everyone. One of the parents had picked them that morning and brought them in for us and it was interesting to see the reactions. All day long, everyone who came into the office commented on the lovely flowers. And everyone seemed to have a smile on their face. At the end of the day, it was decided that I was to get to take them home for the weekend. I offered to split them up with people, but no one was listening to me. So I brought them home and took some pictures of them.
It turned chilly again on Sunday and now it feels more like spring. Our heater has switched on several times over the past few days, especially at night. This evening, I'm hanging out resting my knee that is still niggling at me and bothering me. No worries, just a little bit annoying. Top Chef is on and I enjoy that show.
If all goes well on Friday, I should have a satellite dish installed for my internet and I can finally ditch the dial-up. Does anyone else out there still use dial-up? I ask that because sometimes I think I'm the last one.
Oh, and I really don't care that I'm a hopeless romantic. It's served me pretty well over the years.