I think I've told this story before, but I reckon I can tell it again. 
Valentine's Day, 1987. Mrs GED and I are still newlyweds - married October 18th, 1986. Just like most young couples, we didn't have two nickels to rub together.
A friend of mine was a local florist and he asked me if I could help him with Valentine's Day deliveries. I told him I would. At the end of the day, after delivering flower arrangements all over the county, lying in the back of the van was a single, long stem, silk, red rose that had obviously fallen out of some lucky lady's arrangement.
Well, I smuggled it home to my lovely bride and you should have seen her. She balled and squalled and loved me long time!
Now, 26 years later, I have bought yet another long stem, silk, red rose for Mrs GED for Valentine's Day. You should she her pitiful arrangement...yes, she has kept every rose I ever bought her, including that sad lil' feller that I snuck home in my jacket that found its way to the floor of the delivery van.
These roses look like hell. Over the years, she's thrown them in the trash, thrown them in the front yard, thrown them at me, beat me over the head with them and salvaged them back after we've kissed and made up. They are sure a sad looking bouquet of fake flowers, but she loves them anyway.
It's funny, because none of the damned things look alike. Over the years, the styles of roses have changed...the shades of red, the style of the blooms, hell, one of them is even spray-painted red because the florist was out of red ones and only had white and yellow. So...she painted it red for me!
Anyway...that's my funny VD story...what's yours?
Valentine's Day, 1987. Mrs GED and I are still newlyweds - married October 18th, 1986. Just like most young couples, we didn't have two nickels to rub together.
A friend of mine was a local florist and he asked me if I could help him with Valentine's Day deliveries. I told him I would. At the end of the day, after delivering flower arrangements all over the county, lying in the back of the van was a single, long stem, silk, red rose that had obviously fallen out of some lucky lady's arrangement.
Well, I smuggled it home to my lovely bride and you should have seen her. She balled and squalled and loved me long time!
Now, 26 years later, I have bought yet another long stem, silk, red rose for Mrs GED for Valentine's Day. You should she her pitiful arrangement...yes, she has kept every rose I ever bought her, including that sad lil' feller that I snuck home in my jacket that found its way to the floor of the delivery van.
These roses look like hell. Over the years, she's thrown them in the trash, thrown them in the front yard, thrown them at me, beat me over the head with them and salvaged them back after we've kissed and made up. They are sure a sad looking bouquet of fake flowers, but she loves them anyway.
It's funny, because none of the damned things look alike. Over the years, the styles of roses have changed...the shades of red, the style of the blooms, hell, one of them is even spray-painted red because the florist was out of red ones and only had white and yellow. So...she painted it red for me!
Anyway...that's my funny VD story...what's yours?
