Kill Florist Part 2

I got the estimate back from the florist on Friday. I think I will begin pulling out my non-existant hair!
Why do florists highball everything and expect a person to bite? I see right through it.

So back and forth we go once more to clear up the great mystery of the floral budget. Everytime I walk into the shop I feel like I'm walking into an episode of Seinfeld. I can just hear the Soup Nazi. "NO! No FLOWERS FOR YOU!"

This weekend is the magic garage sale. I hope and pray we sell some of our ever growing "inventory." Now that I have boxed everything up, I do not want to move it again into the attic.

Alphie, the little red betta fish sitting on my desk, is behaving strangely this morning. I thought it was maybe his food, but now I realize he hates my shirt! I wore a bright red shirt this morning to work. Wherever I walk in the room, he follows me in his bowl. When I sit to type, he stares at me. If I turn to look at him, he flares at me. What an odd little creature.

Back to my daydreaming and designing....