dorkySo I ride by a flower shop on the bus every morning and evening, en commute. I look at their sign as it changes through the year. Some seasons are kind of a stretch for them, it seems (New Year's flowers? ok...) but February is pretty much a no-brainer. Of course, the slogan on their sign doesn't end the way mine does - but I can't help thinking it every day, either.
Yup, I'm a sick puppy. A big bucketful of love to all my people, hither and yon.
