There was a strange knock at the door this morning.
It wasn't the typical mailman knock, instead it was a...
*knock* *knock* *okay, now I will try the door...* *oh look it's unlocked..."
But being the astute and alert one for obvious *cough* Canon 40D *cough* reasons I was at the door in an instant.
I don't know whether it was the fact that I stood there behind the door, or the fact that what the person was doing could almost be construed as breaking and entering without the breaking (isn't that just called trespassing... I dunno), but when the door was closed I re-opened it to find a bunch of flowers in my face.
"I'm sorry," said an elderly voice behind the roses.
"Oh wow, talking roses!" I joked and then after peering around the roses and noticing the elderly lady holding them up I continued with, "That's okay."
"Is a Carlee here?" she asked.
*phew* They weren't for me. I was beginning to get a little worried that maybe I had forgotten someone!
"Yes," I answered and after signing a form she quietly sped off down the street (no I wasn't in my jammies, or half-naked).
As I placed the flowers down on the table I began to wonder on who would send my sister flowers. It didn't take me long to guess it would *likely* be from - that jerk she broke up with last year and is reigniting the flame with again.
And I know it ain't my decision on who she sees because I know I ain't marrying my sister, but out of all the guys I know who've wanted to date my sister she had to chose the one at the bottom of the barrel.
And these guys who I know all have stable jobs/incomes, guys that could potentially be very wealthy by the time they're 40, and guys that have their head screwed on properly, can carry an intelligent conversation and aren't emotionally unstable, and they don't do drugs, or sleep around, or drink themselves senseless, or abuse women.
Sorry boys, but you all know the saying: nice guys finish last. I'm sure there's somewhere better out there for you than my sister, it's a shame though I know because my sister is awesome and attractive, I know, but hopefully this fling wont be permanent. Hopefully she'll see past the superficial.
I think I'm searching for something, or maybe that something is searching for me!? Either way we haven't found each other yet, but if you happen to find it please bubble-wrap it, put it in a box and send it to me.