A Little In My Mouth

Yesterday, I was grooving in what psychologists call a 'flow state,' wherein (according to Wikipedia [and if you read it on Wikipedia you know it's true {brackets are fun}]) one is fully immersed in what he or she is doing, characterized by a feeling of energized focus, full involvement, and success in the process of the activity.

My activity was checking page rank for keywords, and when you're a giant flaming SEO dork like me and your keyword set is doing well, it's the endorphin-spiking equivalent of finding $50 stuck to the bottom of your shoe.

So there I was, happily tapping away at the keyboard, when my phone rings. I scowled at the receiver before snatching the phone from its cradle.

"Ms. Keller, you have a delivery in the hallway."

'Oh my god,' I'm thinking, 'can't they just bring the damn thing in to me? I'm working here!'

I stalk out into the hallway, where a delivery man is clutching an absolutely massive bouquet of flowers - roses, lilies, snapdragons, sunflowers, and my favorite - gerbera daisies.

Cue the girlish giggling and immediate, high pitched "Ohmigod!"

My sweet, sweet wonderful Irish boy, having left NYC just the day before, still got around to sending me anniversary flowers and making me throw up a little in my mouth as a visceral reaction to how freakin' cute and thoughtful he is.

The fact we've made it to our first milestone despite the fact we're both in the wrong country makes me smile like an idiot.

Ladies, get thee an Irishman posthaste; they're grand!




(love you, darling! Sorry for calling you Irish boy -- but not really)