Oh, party!

I have a date! At three-thrity this afternoon. I get to see Tante Lotte for the first time in two years. And I did 'what is not to be done' again, because you only give roses this color to your love or your wife. Well, she has to be my love, because without her visit, I'd be in a fine kettle of fish. Millie gasped, she is the expert on what color or flower to give. I know this sounds weird, but there is a whole color etiquette here, and what to give whom how. It is etiquette. Peter called and I asked him about it. He said three would be insulting, and five a compliment, and you never give an even number, the latter which I knew....
If I had had the money, I would have bought up all these balloons, and had them thrown out in the air off the balcony for her.

Yeah, can be sentimental like that. Have to go wrap her gift. Later.....