She was dating two men at once. Both were nice. Both were funny. Both were handsome. Both had ambition. One brought her flowers. That seems like a good thing, right? He brought them to her in a rusty bucket, filled with water. She was not impressed. She married the other one.The man she married really loved education, got his Ph.D., worked at both Harvard and BYU. The man with the rusty bucket really loved flowers and started his own nursery.
8 comments:
I probably would have gone for the funky bucket flower gift-----hmmmm---what does that say about me?
Thanks for commenting on my blog today, by the by----it meant a lot to me!! You are awesome!
I would be the guy with the bucket.
ok that is not enough of the story! And don't say it was cut short because you are tired or you are canning tomatoes or making those caramels...you always have time!
And here is a big thankyou for always having time...time to make us all feel good. Time to help us be optimistic. Time to give us a chuckle. Time to make us feel that there is someone who cares.
Now go to sleep!
I guess that lady is smart to pick the educated one, but what about the romance? She could have spend her whole life in a garden. (Max would like that)
yeah, let's hear more of the story. (I'm taking a break from making applesauce and burning up hot pads)
Is this your story ? You mentioned the first couple wasn't yours but this one didn't have that footnote.
I would have picked the bucket, it has charm, I don't know the men themselves...but I do love the bucket of flowers ;)
PS that doesn't tell me WHY she chose the other fellow.
Post a Comment