"Why thank you," says she, and - get this - gives me her number and invites me to call if I'd like.
Oldest trick in the book. But a first time for Gardener. The phone number doesn't exist. A little disappointed, but that's okay. I got up the nerve to get out of my shell - and that's all I wanted to - and I did. It was a nice, honest short chat. But, hey, I don't blame her: axe-murderers are capable of nice, honest short chats . Spent Mothers' Day getting ready for next weekend's yard sale/tag/sale/garage sale (depending upon what part of the country you're from).
I hope all my dear DB Mom friends had as wonderful as possible Mothers' Day
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
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