So after Amelia's baby shower last Saturday, I happened to see her Facebook status on Mother's Day: "Got a Mima Xari stroller at my shower yesterday, but wish I would've gotten flowers delivered to ME too."
Rather than letting it ruin our "She's the only one I go to Pottery Barn with" friendship, I thought it would be nice to personally deliver a bouquet of flowers to make her FEEL BETTER. She doesn't live too far from me, but is in a really dinky, old house (about 3,000 square feet and built in the early 00s).
When she answered the door, I said, "Hi Amelia. I saw your status and thought I'd personally bring these by."
I handed her the bouquet of flowers I had my florist drop off at my house. She thanked me and invited me in to visit. I wasn't planning to stay, but thought it might be the perfect opportunity to scope out her house. I stepped into the family room and immediately blurted out: "Amelia! Wow, I must say, I really admire you for having the courage to have floral couches in your house."
She immediately started talking about how she and her hubby were saving up for a beach house.
ME: "So you're buying a new vacation home?"
HER: "No, we don't own a beach house. We just want to rent one for vacation."
ME: "Wait, so what other properties do you own then?"
HER: "Just this one."
She only has ONE home?! Where does she go for the winter? Then I felt REALLY bad for her, like really bad. I should have had my florist drop off TWO bouquets.
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