I splurged on one of those thick, over sized cards with miles of gooey verbiage. It was a big hit - I think. We went for a nice steak dinner in the evening at which she ordered grilled shrimp over rice which she doesn't like and a grilled watermelon over kale salad which she couldn't eat. I topped all that with a dozen roses. Beautiful flowers to be sure. No not red, not pick, not white or yellow; but ORANGE! Did God make orange roses? They felt real - definitely not lace or whatever. Just orange roses from some one's garden.
Touching! I'm so suave.
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