You see, I love flowers, but they don't love me. I can't Grow them! Last summer when my roommate, Angel, went to Hawaii for a week, her flowers almost didn't make it. They did okay at first. By day 4 they started to slouch a bit. When she got home I was about to give them mouth-to-mouth. As soon as they saw her they started to cry with relief. I swear I did everything she told me to do! Can I help it that my thumbs are black? I once tried to get a thumb transplant, but my body rejects green appendages as standard procedure. My current roomie is planning on planting some flowers outside our apartment. I wished her luck and warned her not to count on my help if she wanted the flowers to grow and flourish.
So, I'll just keep daydreaming about receiving a huge bouquet of flowers at work. In case you're considering it, calla lilies are my favorite - but I'd be thrilled with any!