Buy yourself flowers

Today I bought myself a rose. It smells lovely. Smells rosey. My friend asked if I was going to walk around with the rose all day. I said yes, and immediately remembered Rose Nylund, so then I said it's name is Nylund.

This became a 10 minute game of my friend trying to understand why I named the rose Nylund, with me giving clues. You see, today had a plan for a 'Friend's Valentines'. I would buy flowers and chocolates and have my friend choose one out of each pair, knowing that they would be giving the other to me. I bought four bars of chocolate first, since I didn't see medium sized ones, and had the flowers second to buy. On my way to find flowers, I ran into another friend. 

This man I've known since my call centre days. He sold socks on the sidewalks of the town and I would sometimes buy pairs. I haven't seen him in a while and have needed socks for shorter than the preivous while, 'till I eventually bought the first socks I found. Today I see him, we talk, I buy two pairs. Before me choosing my socks, he did try to sell someone else passing, the idea of buying socks for their Valentines. So after our conversation, my purchase, and I walking off, I remembered this and went back to him to add another pair of socks for my Friend's Valentines. 

Then I saw a set of men selling single stem Roses.  From a distance I could see they were slim, but because pigs wallah in the first water they see, I decided to at least check them out. Two months ago a I heard the price of roses as $500 for one, so I was hoping the same deal for Valentine's Day (lol, capitalism doesn't work that way). The charge today was 160% options and 200% options. I wasn't into spending that much on a cut flower, but I still wanted to catch these incase I didn't find more flowers on my way to my friends.

The dealer explained they were heading home for the day (mid-day on Valentines day, you heading home with a bucket of flowers?) And I explained that my intention was to buy two roses at the off-season prices. The offer to me was 140%. I declined and walked off hoping to get what I wanted to down the road. This pig found this water a bit expensive. The dealer called me back and offered two smaller roses, bounded up tighter in plastic, for my preferred price. I accepted because even smaller and slightly more withered they were still acutual roses. Just have to hope they are better once released from the plastic. (I hate seeing purchased flowers gifted in plastic. I think the plastic was meant for the transportation, not for the gifting.)

The flowers were beautiful when freed. And again, smelled rosey. After the Friend Valientine's choices made and eating of chocolates and me giving clues as to why my rose is named Nylund, (what was heard as nylon), it was figured out my rose was a tribute to Betty White.

Today I bought myself a rose, enjoyed it for most of the day, smelling it all day, and forgetting about it accidentally at my friends house. I got her back later tonight, head a bit down without water for hours. Another friend recommended to please put the rose in water. We did, and in five minutes the rose head was up right looking out the window. This decision actually made me happy. Yes the decision to put the rose in water, but more so the decision to buy myself a flower. Well anything of nature is just lovely, makes me happy.