Friday, February 17, 2006

Don't You Just Hate Prickleys?

Sean, being the great guy that he is, (oh and it probably had something to do with him fearing never getting lucky again if he didn't), got me a big bouquet of red, pink and white roses for Valentine's Day.

Lisa: Ahh, Burger-butt thanks for the flowers. They're beeeutiful!
(Sean walks over to check them out)
Sean: There's different colors, right? Because I didn't want them to be plain so I ordered a variety.
Lisa: Yeah, babe there's pink, white and red.
Sean: What the hell is this?
Lisa: What...what's wrong?
Sean: This flower is decapitated, the one over there has brown petals and they didn't even bother to take off the damn prickleys.
Lisa: (trying to stifle a giggle) Prickleys?? Um, honey what exactly are prickleys?
Sean: You know the pointy things that stick you.
Lisa: You mean the thorns?
Sean: Yeah, those...the prickleys. They always cut them off. This is just unacceptable. I'm writing them an email. They better fix this.
(Sean emerges a half hour later from sending off his email)
Lisa: So did you give them a piece of your mind?
Sean: Damn right I did. I told them they better fix this or they'll lose a long time customer.
Lisa: Hmm, sounds like you were pretty tough on them. (trying to keep a straight face) So did you scold them about the prickleys?
Sean: Of course.
Lisa: Um, please tell me you called them thorns in your email and not prickleys. Because it'll probably be a bit difficult for them to take you seriously using the word prickleys.
Sean: (shoulder shrug) No, I called them prickleys. Trust me they got the point.
(15 minutes later)
Sean: Mother F*cker! I should have called them thorns.

Update: So this bothered him so much that night that he didn't sleep very well. Yes, my honey is a bit of a control freak perfectionist. So he kept beating himself up over trying to be a tough guy while at the same time using a word like prickleys. Hehe! But the rest of his email must have been pretty good because I arrived home today to a huge bouquet of gorgeous red roses in a pretty vase tied with a ribbon. You know, a girl could get used to coming home and finding flowers waiting outside her door weekly. (Hint, hint Sean). Hehe!


Blogger PaintingChef said...

But did they have prickleys...?

2/23/2006 2:14 PM  
Blogger LaLa Lisa said...

Nope, they were prickley-free! Haha...Maybe it's just that prickleys hurt Sean's sensitive little fingers. ;o)

2/24/2006 9:42 AM  
Blogger Beth said...

*lmao* way to funny....we used to call em 'stickers' when i was little...

3/09/2006 8:26 PM  

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