*snerk*
Unc forgot my birthday.
I got a call from him at 1150 his time, and he left a very apologetic voicemail that didn't outright say he forgot, but made me suspicious.
The dozen red roses I received from him the next day, though? Those screamed guilt.
A word to the wise, guys: Flowers mean you fucked up or you're guilty about something.
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So then what's a good gift idea?
Godiva chocolate is always a win unless they are allergic.
Noted. What about a jar of honey and a paintbrush?
Too sticky.
Replacing honey with a chocolate fondue?
Bah! Flowers are awesome... so long as they're the RIGHT flowers. You have to know your audience. For example, sending me baby's breath and red roses will probably get a less favorable response because it's soooo traditional and boring, while waxflower and orangey-red and yellow roses will make me happy every time.
I've never been a flowers person. That is all.
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