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Monday, January 26, 2009
Orkid
Ya know, giving someone an orchid as a gift is kinda like giving a puppy. They require a lot of attention to live. Seems to me something else would be better. (There's one on the front desk of the suite for some guy who works here.)
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4 comments:
Yeah, it is one of those things that you better know the person would be into. Gift giving can be so fraught with peril.
I prefer pizza or chocolate or sushi!
That'd be like someone giving me a plant and hoping I keep it alive. It's a miracle my animals are still kicking.
Laura, yes, it's a dangerous gift giving world out there.
Monty - no pizza for you!!!
Susan - I'm glad your animals are still alive too.
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