Yes, you’re my better half, and obviously your jokes crack us both up, but I feel like we’re connected at the hip.
I’m helping the photographer with this shot by positioning my nose so it’s framed by the mat and aligns with the line of the planter base. I have an un-canine-y sense of design.
So no one has any idea what kind of flower it is? No one has seen a flower that spins? I wish I still had my college taxonomy book.
You’d think we’d be excited — so colorful, so festive, so nicely arranged. But every last one of us has been yanked from a tree, a vine, a bush, etc. Forgive us for feeling detached.
We gravestones are so happy that we ended up in such a beautiful place. We hope the people under us ended up
(1) happy and (2) in a beautiful place. None of us want to be commemorating people who went elsewhere.