Not one to throw down for red roses for myself the week of Valentine's Day, I opted for sunflowers. After walking by them and repeatedly finding little drops of water on my kitchen table, I crossed out the possibility that I was accidentally spilling and discovered that in fact they were drooling. Drooling sunflowers? I guess they do fit in alright with the twitching grapes and mumbling bananas on my counter. Excuse me while I wake from this dream inside a Dali painting, and move into full recovery from all the holiday chocolate.
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