Now I am not one to complain about much…OK, who am I kidding, but this has gotten serious people. I was talking with a friend last Friday about the fact that our Friday flowers are always being taken. EVERY single Friday. Coincedence? I think not. Come on! They are mine, not yours. (Funny, the only time when I seem to find my flowers are either on my birthday or if something REALLY bad happened to me.)

Anyway, this isn't funny. Please stop. It really makes me feel bad. It's such a wonderful feeling to find that pretty triangular package sticking out of my P.O. If they were meant for you, my admirers would put them in YOUR P.O. Then again they might not be my admirers, but in any case please stop. It has been brought to my attention that maybe someone is actually not stealing them….that I am just not getting any flowers. Shame on you. Of course I am getting flowers. I get them and love notes at least once a week.

Now I am not blaming this on my P.O. mate, she's absolutely adorable. But Ingrid, if you have a problem you should really talk to me. We can work something out. But whoever is taking my Friday flowers; please stop! And oh! By the way, whoever is taking my love notes from my hot hunks this applies to you too!