I’m A Sensitive Soul, Though I Seem Thick Skinnnnnned…

Happy Thursday, Bookworms!

I was having a hard time deciding on what to write today, so I’m straying a bit from books. The other day was rough for me. Like the great Pumbaa in The Lion King, “I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem thick skinned.” I got my feelings hurt, so I was down in the dumps. Jim knew I was feeling crummy, so he decided to bust out his dimpled charm and send me flowers at work!

Gorgeous, right?

Regular readers know I have a penchant for flowers. (Interested readers can check out my post on The Language of Flowers HERE) I spent a couple of summers and school breaks working in a flower shop, so they hold a special place in my heart. The shop I worked in received our online orders as computer printouts, but flowers are an old fashioned business. A lot of places aren’t computerized and write card messages out by hand.

Jim and I have a weird little relationship full of quirky inside jokes. For example… I went through a phase of calling Jim a “jerk weasel” when he displeased me. If he gave me a hard time about my cooking, he was a jerk weasel. Insisted on tickling me until I got the hiccups? Jerk weasel. Eventually the nickname was shortened to “weasel.” And it’s sort of taken on a life of its own. Sooo… my flowers came with a cutesy card message.   It read:

Dear Katie,

You are becoming a great blogger. Long live Words for Worms! More blogs about weasels!

-A Local Weasel

Funny right? Well, it’s HYSTERICAL if you’re us. Instead of a computer printout, I received this:

See the beautiful handwritten cursive?!

That’s right, Bookworms! Some sweet floral shop employee had to read that oddball message and write it out. It really is lovely cursive, but I’ve got to tell you. Card messages aren’t usually a creative business. 99% of the stuff we sent out was: Happy Birthday, Happy Anniversary, With Deepest Sympathy, Happy Mother’s Day, Happy Holidays. The usual bland greetings. Once, someone quoted Dave Matthews lyrics on a card to their girlfriend, and we talked about it for days. Jim is probably on some sort of list now. That florist is probably submitting his note to some florist weird card message contest (I don’t think those exist, but they should.) If the flowers hadn’t cheered me up on their own, the idea of a complete stranger signing a card from “A Local Weasel” pretty much blew the top off my happiness meter.

Best Husband Ever.

Thoughtful Weasel.

27 thoughts on “I’m A Sensitive Soul, Though I Seem Thick Skinnnnnned…

  1. Looove flowers and especially love weird funny cards…anything that makes me bark with a combination of laughter and shock is a good thing.
    Hopefully person who hurt your feelings will find weasel caca on their cornflakes. Feel better!

  2. Aww! That’s so sweet – i love getting flowers too – i always swear women who say they don’t want them or like them are lying…maybe that’s mean:) I have always wanted to read the book from the 1900′s (or earlier?) on the language of flowers, love the different meanings – but now i want to read the book YOU linked to as well!

    • Thanks Sue! I agree, the whole “I don’t want flowers” thing is an attempt at reverse psychology. The book was really good and a quick read- I think you’d like it… If you could get the 5 kids to leave you alone long enough to read :)

  3. Cute story! I think florists should have their own genre of book–little chapbook-like things fully of all the interesting notes they’ve seen to go with flowers. :D Hope it made it you feel better! :D

    • How did you decide on your spirit animal? Did you see a psychic or produce a patronus or do you just feel like an ermine deep down? I always say my spirit animal is a penguin, but that’s just because they’re my favorite. It might be wishful thinking on my part. I’m probably a house cat. Which is fitting because I’m allergic and thus any bouts of self loathing would have a clear source…

  4. I saw the jerky comment you got the other night We should just feel sorry for those individuals who were born without a sense of humor…can’t buy that at the plastic surgeon. Your husband sounds like a good egg…you should keep him.

  5. Awww, look at all your awesome comments, see you ARE a great blogger! Missed you while I was stuck home sick and without internet! Is that weird since we’ve never *actually* met in person?! Um, I’m going to go with no. =)

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