Please don't hug the flowers.

Pete read my last blog post. All my bitching and moaning. He sent me flowers. I love my boyfriend.

I left them at work, figuring I need the cheering up more there than at home. I can tell I'm on the end of my reserves, because I'm unreasonably emotional and exhibit a strong tendency to look at them and smile and sniffle a little. In the physical absence of the sender, I have an absurd desire to hug the flowers.