Tuesday Girls, Still to the Rescue

Biscuit went nuts this afternoon while I was listening to a lecture.  The doorbell rang, and I scooped his growling self up and went to the door.  A sweet little old man greeted me (after he almost fell down our icy steps) and handed me a box full of gorgeousness.  And to think Biscuit wanted to bite him!

Getting flowers?  One of my favorite things.  Delivered? My heart melts.

The friends who sent them to me? Amazing.  Knowing I'm still one of the group?

Will get me through anything.  Which I believe was their intention.