bogeyandruby

My husband and I were at a show tonight at Mariposa le Café, our favourite hangout, when I received a text from my brother:

Sharon, I just got home. Chantal got a variety of 7 different flower arrangements with vases from mom. She called the florist to see if there was a mistake. Do you know what is happening?

It is my lovely sister-in-law’s birthday today and I had organized flowers to be sent to her on behalf of my mum.

I replied:

Oh boy! Not what I ordered. I ordered a flower arrangement bouquet.

Then:

I just checked and there was some sort of glitch on my part. My fault. 🤦‍♀️ I must have had stuff already in the basket.

My sister-in-law piped in:

I felt certainly very loved but I was also wondering if I was dead and wasn’t aware.

Remember my December 12th Quandary, where I can’t decide which holiday arrangement to order from our local florist for my Christmas table? My indecision compelled me to put one of every colour combination and permutation in my shopping basket. I neglected to remove them when I added my sister-in-law’s birthday bouquet the other day and promptly ordered the whole kit and caboodle.

It wouldn’t be so bad if they were all coordinating arrangements but they aren’t. Each one is stand-alone different. This I why I can’t take myself clothes shopping.

The flowers aren’t returnable so they will bring a couple of Christmassy ones to my mother this weekend, and maybe one each for me and my sister.

My husband thinks it is hilarious that I am blaming this on a glitch rather than admitting to a very expensive gaffe. I definitely need supervision these days. I am simply too distracted, over-stimulated, and holiday-stressed to be multi-tasking solo.

This is the flower arrangement that was actually meant for her birthday. Thankfully, this one was delivered with the others.