Saturday, March 29, 2008
Remember the giant greeting card that failed miserably? I posted about it in February, but it actually happened in the first week of January. So, it happened nearly 90 days ago.
And it turns out it wasn't a total disaster after all.
Ask me in person and I'll recount the entire saga in with all sorts of facial expressions and exasperated gasps. But for blogging, here's the summary:
Her name's Maggie. She's cool. She's funny. She's pretty. She's taken.
But she felt so bad about never really getting back to me (I also called her on Valentine's Day), she wanted to make up for it. Naturally, being cool, she left an enormous easter basket on my doorstep while I was out playing soccer last Tuesday night. There were myriad points of awesomeness to the basket, but I'll just highlight a few:
The basket was a shopping basket from Ralph's, a local grocery store, filled with easter grass and hefty amounts of candy. And a note: "Please return me to your nearest Ralph's."
Perfectly adorable watercolor bunnies. What's better? A delicious pun. "Let's be bunnies." (meaning buddies, of course)
Nestled gently in the most prominent easter grass were two eggs with parts of an invitation to dinner. The verbage and RSVP tactic were callbacks to my giant greeting card. Though, I *did* notice she wrote "go to dinner" and not "go on a date" like my giant greeting card had said originally. And with good reason: she's taken, remember?
This was on the bag of bunny tails. I don't eat food that morphs.
And as I sifted through the candy, clearing out the easter grass and plastic eggs, I came across three very deliberate imposters:
Flintstones vitamins! Maggie swears she mistakes them for candy easily. But when I'm reaching for candy, the last thing I want is nutrition. Nice try Magster. I did the only suitable thing:
Go ahead, Dino, cry. It won't save Fred from the flames. Besides, you and Barney are next.
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