I love the fall. There's no insane holidays like Valentine's Day or Mothering Sunday, just your run of the mill weddings, birthdays, and funerals. Unfortunately. Well, some of us have to profit. Busy is good, insanity is not.
So I sent off a carnation to Rhys and Alice at Hogwarts, and one to Dan, Becca, Dee, and Anna, because we have a surplus thanks to our supplier havin a surplus. Their bounty is our bounty apparently, damn you Brandon Andrews. The man could sell ice to eskimos, not that I know any eskimos on which to test this theory. If anybody knows any, introduce them to Bran because I'm sure the results would be interesting. And chilly. And maybe result in ice sculptures! Stop Louisa, you're driving yourself crazy with possibilities!
Also, Rhys, I'm sorry for addressing it from a secret admirer, but as someone who can barely walk and has not been on a broomstick since 1963, I just felt the need to tell you how much I secretly admire your ability to fly fast for long periods of time. And Alice, I just think you're awesome. Dan needs more people to whisper about him, Becca got two because it seemed silly to send little Stephanie one, Dee got one just because I thought it would be funny, and Anna... well. Enough said, dear. I think I've done enough damage for one day.
I for one am glad that everyone is getting married, because everyone who gets married needs flowers and if everyone who needs flowers has any brains at all, they come to me for the best arrangements and service the wizarding world has to offer. We finished the Edwards wedding a couple of weeks ago, of course, and everything was beautiful but understated, just like everything else. It was a joy to work on (and believe me, I cannot say that about every wedding I've ever worked on not to name any names, Rob and Elise) and everyone else getting married or thinking about getting married? COME TO ME.
This is the best free advertising I've had in awhile, much better than that weirdo who offered to have it written on his coffin in rose petals at his own funeral. Uh, whatever dude. Creepy.