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Chagrin

Today is my birthdate. Does anybody know?  Apparently not my "friends" and caregivers at the home. For all of the "I love you"s that get readily voiced around here, I do not feel the love.

Famous last words.

About the time I printed those ungrateful, selfish, and self-centered words, I get flowers delivered from  ProFlowers.Com, which is my daughter's m. O. They were gorgeous roses of white, peach, and dual pink interspersed with sweet-smelling purple stock.  The bouquet was a glorious first clue of how my day would go. (sigh) When will I learn to be grateful in All things?


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Location: Federal Way, WA, USA

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