Over breakfast one morning, Sue said to her
husband, "I bet you don't know what day this is."
"Of course I do," he indignantly answered,
getting up from the table and going out the door to go to KCnet.
At 10am, the doorbell rang. When the Sue opened
the door, she was handed a box containing a dozen long-stemmed red roses.
At 1pm, a foil-wrapped, two-pound box of her favorite chocolates arrived.
Later, a boutique delivered a designer dress.
Sue couldn't wait for Mike to come home.
When he did, she exclaimed, "First the flowers,
then the chocolates and then the dress!
I've never had a more wonderful Groundhog
Day in my life!"
This would work for me. Groundhog Day
is Sue's birthday.
But I'd never do flowers, chocolate, or a
dress. A cheap Happy Birthday card, with no stamp is more my style.
Mike |