On Tuesday evening there was a knock at the front door. Through the window I could see a flower delivery guy. I was rallying my sleep- deprived brain so that I could tell the guy to which apartment he should go to deliver the flowers. Ptichka and I do not receive flowers. Well, now we need to change that sentence a bit. Ptichka and I hardly ever receive flowers. It was an anniversary bouquet from my parents. Since they live out west and we live in the centre of the universe *snort*, they haven't seen the arrangement. Here it is. It's a beauty! Thank you!


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