Say it with flowers

I was in the florist this morning. I had to buy my mum some well deserved flowers. They're flowers of shame.

I borrowed a pair of my mother's earrings that she's had for 27 years and lost one on Friday. I couldn't function for the rest of the night. It broke my heart. But mother was very good about it saying she didn't wear them and it was only a "thing" and all "things" can be replaced. But I feel absolutely awful and I'm still loosing sleep about it, so I decided to buy her a massive bouquet for not getting fierce on me.

While I was in the flower shop, I over-heard a gentleman talking to the florist. He was telling her what he wanted written on the card accompanying his bunch of flowers. He said to the florist "tell my wife Rosie this. I love you Rosie, my beautiful flower, I'm going to be rolling with you 'til the wheels fall off".

Well... I still can't get rid of the almighty lump in my throat.

For a minute or two, I wish I were Rosie and not August, the earring murderer.