The Roses Are No More

Thanks to the psycho Sydney, the two lovely roses I got for V-Day are dead & buried. Well, they were buried. The cat, who knocked the durn things over so many times they fell apart, has dug the stems out of the trash can to play with them. I think she must like the petals, so when I dumped the flowers, I pulled them all off and dropped 'em on the floor for her. Yay! Now my kitchen floor is pretty!