Today I recieved two dozen roses, twelve pink and twelve white. They are currently resting in a blue pitcher that doesn't match, but holds an adiquate amount of water. They were elegant (as roses usually are), but cute at the same time. I would post a picture, but our camera is broken, so your imagination will have to serve you well. pink and white. my own roses. a blue pitcher. chicken salad.
Today we had my Grandma and Grandpa over for lunch. We enjoyed the roses and ate chicken salad sandwhiches. It was like a picnic in January! Except, I don't usually see roses on picnics. I digress again. Our picnic consited of 11 people: Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Dan, Mom, Dad, all my siblings, and myself. If you have lost count by now, you are doing a great deal better than all the people who never could in the first place. and that, is pretty much what I have to say about today.
Note: For all intents and purposes this post is not to be used against me in any way, shape or form. My randomness is simply a result of my joy (and the fact I'm really tired). This excerpt shall never be used as an example of my writing (not that can write anyways...) and if I find out that it has been there will terrible (unamed (quite frankly unthought of)) consequences. Au revior!
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