Open Mouth, Insert Foot
On Sunday, I attended a birthday party for the daughter of my friend, who likes to go all out when she throws a party, lots of food, activities, party favors for everyone. Ariel came to this party and did make-up and dress-up with the little girls. My son refused the makeup but did don the feather boa for a moment or two.
The party took place in my old neighborhood, which is an hour and fifteen minutes away from me. Since I don’t get out there too much, it was nice to catch up with my friends who still live there. One of them, H, I haven’t seen in forever, and as we talked, our conversation turned to spring planting, and the fact that neither of us have a green thumb. We made joke upon joke about how when people give us a plant, they’re essentially giving the plant a death sentence, how our grass never stays alive, etc. When it was time to leave, our hostess uncomfortably said, “Well, here’s your party favor. Thanks for coming.”
“They’re beautiful! Thanks!”
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Oh, how mortifying. I would do that. I have done that.
Is there any consolation in hearing that I too have done pretty much exactly that?
That must have been some party - who gives roses for party favors?
They’re beautiful by the way. Too bad they have to die.
I’m assuming this picture was taken pretty soon after you got it home?
Hope that lovely plant is still alive –that’s why I like blogging so much better. Put me in a room with some people and I’m guaranteed to make a fool of myself. At least with blogging I can have that type-delay that weeds out most of the faux pas. Most.
Dude, roses are impossible to keep alive in little pots like that. trust me. I think it has to do with poisoning their own soil.
Wait a minute. That has to do with cut roses. you have to add bleach to the water…
Anyway. Good luck.