So, I wake up from my stupor at two in the morning. I had slept for four hours, without waking up! H had called about ten and wanted to know if he should pick up CrazyDog and take her with him. I had told him that by the time he got here from the ice cream store and picked her up it would be midnight, and then he would have to drive thirty miles to his place, only to have to turn around in seven hours and bring her back on his way back into work..it seemed stupid. I told him to come here and sleep in the bedroom with her locked in there with him, and we would ALL be able to get some sleep for a change. And it must have been quiet, as I didn't even hear him come in....and CrazyDog had been quiet all that time. I got up and went into the kitchen, and there were the most beautiful white roses in a vase on the counter. I was absolutely stunned and delighted....H has ALWAYS gotten me white roses, they are hard to find in podunk, Iowa, but it has ALWAYS been white roses. I thought that maybe he was feeling a little down, and I thought it was so very sweet. I felt my heart melt a little. Then I walked over to them and read the note beside them...it was from my daughter.
"Mom, if you let the kitties out in the night...please put my roses away, the kitties think they are salad." Notice she said MY. MY. They were for her. From a new man in her life. For her.
Can you say, "crushed"?