forty-two.
So after my Easter plans nearly came under threat, I managed. Somehow. Lord above, I don't want to go through that again. At least I had my clothes ready to go.
One of my wee cousins from Daddy's side told me to wait for him. I just died from the adorable. But tell me, what happens to boys between then and adulthood? Don't get me wrong, I know fantastic men but they are in the minority.
Anyway. ...I should plan some advertisements for the shop. Flowers don't go and sell themselves. ...usually.