It was the week that was. Phones rang, Rosemary Clooney sang, men stood in lines and wondered aloud why we were so busy.
6 designers, 1 flower cleaner, 4 drivers, assorted sales clerks and one broken heart: mine.
It is time for GG to move on. She told me Tuesday morning. I was going to keep it to myself until Valentines' was over, but an acid reflux attack after lunch convinced me otherwise.
I had already text Shelley, she told Steve and Jen. They made me feel so much better I started telling my co workers and my friends.
So in between 100's of arrangements, I cried and laughed and suggested a new special: Love Walked Out The Door.
But no one was buying.
I expect I'll process this with you all as I did the quitting smoking.
It won't always be pretty but it will always be real.
And there will be kittens.
It's always freaking something isn't it?