Six Years and Counting

Every year that I have known Marcia, I have sent her flowers for Valentines Day.  The first time was six years ago before we got married.  The good thing is that they normally last through our Anniversary, which, by chance, is today.  Since we were gone over Valentines Day this year, I waited until our Anniversary to have the flowers delivered.  I LOVE 1-800-Flowers.com!  Easy to use, they deliver out of Southern Florida, so I know the flowers are fresh, and when they come, they bloom out in a day or two.  I had them delivered on Friday…and all went well except for when Fed-Ex sent me a text to say they had been delivered, but when I opened the door they were not there.  I quickly got in the car and traveled the circle around the Condo Complex to be sure they did not deliver to the wrong door…they didn’t.  I come back inside, call 1-800-Flowers.com and just as they answer, I hear the faint knock at the door.  I figure the driver was in the neighborhood and scanned the flowers, which prompted the text message, and by the time he got here, well, I was worried.  All this time, Marcia is taking a nap and is unaware of what is going on.  When she awoke, she again was surprised.  SCORE!  (Yes, that is a water color of Bubba above the flowers.)

“Hey, if Bubba is going to be in the blog, what about me?”  Ok Skruffy, show off your new hair cut and let me get back to the story…   Of course, Anniversaries don’t always go as one expects.  Like two years ago when I remembered the anniversary on…March 1st.  Didn’t even get the month right.  Read all about it by clicking here.   “Hey Dad, you really didn’t show what you did to me…”

Ok Skruffy, there you go.  Yes, I gave her a buzz job.  Thought I had the #4 blade in, but I had the #7 blade in, and by the time I caught on…it was too late.  At least it wasn’t the #10 blade, that takes it all the way down to nothing (the larger the number, the shorter the haircut).  Had Bubba over for another night visit and I cut around his face, his paws and his ears.  Saw an opportunity to sneak him out this morning, and did so before I took any pictures of him.  Got him over to Petco for a nail trim, and got him back to Uncle Mike’s house.  Asked the young lady who did the nails if he cried, and she said, “Only a little whimper here and there…”  I told her that I was to do it he would whimper, whine and then let out the biggest shriek…I just can’t take it.  Worth the $10 to not face that shrieking squeal cry that he has. Anyway, Bubba is doing real well, and he enjoyed the visit...I think we all enjoyed the visit.

 

Here is better shot, but it looks like she is mad at me, but she isn’t…at least I don’t think she is…maybe not "everyone" enjoyed Bubba's visit...either that, or someone does not like her short haircut.