Ah! Young love...so naive, so immature, so unsophisticated, yet ever so charming!
Who hasn't been blessed to witness the giggling prowess that is the 15 year old teenage girl in pure, utter, blushing-because-he-looked-at-me, undying lurve? Or the teenage boy in all his pimply, voice-breaking glory, professing everlasting adoration to his I-can't-imagine-ever-living-without-you first beau.
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Monday, January 3, 2011
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Something smells in the bloomin' flower business
Something smells in the beautiful world of floristry...and it ain't roses!
My handsome 16 year old drummer boy son is going to a formal. Not his, that was last year. And I'm pretty sure he'll have another for when he's in Year 12 next year. No, he's been invited to accompany a beautiful sweet young thing to her formal. So, this year I figure we (and by 'we' I actually mean 'I') will learn from the mistakes of last year when shock, horror, we didn't get first gorgeous sweet young thing a corsage.
My handsome 16 year old drummer boy son is going to a formal. Not his, that was last year. And I'm pretty sure he'll have another for when he's in Year 12 next year. No, he's been invited to accompany a beautiful sweet young thing to her formal. So, this year I figure we (and by 'we' I actually mean 'I') will learn from the mistakes of last year when shock, horror, we didn't get first gorgeous sweet young thing a corsage.
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