I fully believe if she had her way, my future wife would fill our home with yellow and purple tulips throughout the year. That is or course, assuming they were in season year round. I don’t think this would necessarily be a bad thing, since they seem to make interesting subjects to photograph… but I could be wrong.

 (At least they don’t like to squirm about.)

Yesterday when I discovered they were finally in season this year, I knew I had better pick some up for the future Mrs. Bosworth as they are her favorite flower after all. Since this week has been one of those you would classify as THE WEEK FROM HELL (wherein work has found a way to kick my boney little ass to the curb everyday single day this week) I knew I had to do something for being the non-existent partner, in our crime fighting duo.

Monday night I was a work until about seven. Tuesday it was closer to nine. Wednesday sucked all together and I didn’t leave until closer to seven again. Last night I though I could do a little better but I found myself there until almost eight again. So leaving early tomorrow, I think is the least I can do for being so absent all week. And because she’s also put up with me being moody all week.

Which though I know she gladly does it, it tends to turn into a job in itself rather quickly.