I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little bored with Pink Peony. She's refusing to change. She's refusing to be all she can be. Let's don our white lab coats together and examine her progress over Peonyfest 2006 thus far, shall we? We shall.
And today, Day Three.
I've asked so much of all of you, dear readers, and you've come through ever step of the way. You've whispered sweets nothings in her ear. You've serenaded her. You've even read her beautiful poetry.
So, I knew I had to have a little talk with her this morning. Nothing too severe, lest her feelings get hurt, but things needed to be said...
Pink Peony! What's the matter with you? Why are you being so stubborn? Why are you so against change? Why are you so stuck in your ways?
Hey! Wait. Just. One. Minute. Pink Peony! Are you a Republican? Are you a conservative? Do you think you're the Donna Reed of Baby Gangsta's garden? Listen here, girl. This is not 1956. This is 2006. You've got potential and you should be living up to it!
Is it all this kelly green and pink I've adorned you in? Do you think you're a preppy country clubber? Are you dreaming of espadrilles and Izod shirts? Pshaw! I've raised you better than that! When I brought you home from the nursery, I had big dreams for you. And those dreams did not include this.
Maybe I should've let you hook up with Peony Playa. Sure, he's a little rough around the edges, but I think it might do you some good to take a walk on the wild side. And let's face it. Drinking beer out of a bottle once in your life is not going to kill you.
Now, I've got something you must hear. I know, I know. But, it's for your own good.
Hey! You liked that, didn't you!
Just look at you! That's more like it! Let's see what you choose to do over the next few days. If I see any progress, you may get more, more, more of that. See? You've got choices. I'm so proud!