It’s only Tuesday, and I’ve already reached my max capacity for crazy this week. Yesterday began with some very un-fun boss business {a wise and successful friend and business owner once told me, “Owning your own business is a trip. Some days you’ll love it, and some days you’ll hate it.“} and ended with four nice policemen gathered around our shop.

Police Officer #1 enters the shop. 

Keira: (in her friendliest and most charming, please-don’t-arrest-me voice) “Hi there! How can I help you?“

Police Officer #1: “Is everything okay here, ma’am?”

Keira: (looking confused and feeling somewhat nervous that she will, in fact, be arrested) “I’m sorry, what?“

Police Officer #1: (annoyed) “Uh, your alarm is going off.”

Keira: (hearing no alarm, nor receiving the all-too-familiar phone call from the alarm monitoring people that love to call her in the middle of the night when a vagrant balloon sets off the motion detector.) “Umm. No it’s not.“

After an awkward stand-off between the two of us for what felt like an eternity, I finally convinced him that we weren’t being robbed or held hostage and that everything was safe. {blink twice if there’s a strange man in the back, ma’am…}. Then they hung out in front of the store for a while, just to be sure everything was cool. Which I’m not sure was so good for business, but whatever.

We determined — through my stellar detective skills and a few well-placed phone calls to the pros — that the silent alarm in our flower cooler was tripping every time we opened the door because of the ungodly heat we’ve had the last few days, and all was well. I politely requested that next time, the monitoring folks call me before sending out a squadron of coppers, since I’m sure they have better things to do than argue with a petite florist with control issues over whether or not her alarm is going off. And guys in uniform always make me nervous. I have this fear that I’m in trouble even though I know I haven’t done anything wrong. The fire inspector came in last week and I yelled at my husband for talking about football across the shop while he was doing the inspection. Because evidently I think you’re not supposed to talk in the presence of authority… (?)

Let’s just say that by the time I drug myself through my front door at 7pm last night, the only thing I could do was reach for a Blue Moon and cuddle with the pupster. Blogging — much less photographing myself — was out of the question. I think I was wearing something cute yesterday, but I can’t remember.

 

Speaking of cute, today’s nail polish is Revlon Top Speed in Lily. (I’ve been stockpiling this polish in cute summer colors, and you can buy 2 and get 1 free at Ulta right now).

I was working on some arrangements this morning (fueled by the skinny cappuccino back there) and noticed that my fingers matched my lavender roses.

It doesn’t take much to excite me, folks.