A rose is a rose is a...ranunculus.

Since today's flowers in the house party falls in the month of February I thought I would share a little romantic story.

When I was in fifth grade I had an enormous crush on a boy named Gaston. As if just the fact that he had that really cool name wasn't enough, he had soulful deep brown eyes. Sort of like this:

He wore his stick straight hair in the obligatory sugar bowl haircut, like this:

and he had a grin like a Cheshire cat,

I'm sure you can understand my attraction.

He wrote in my autograph book:

Roses are red

(OK ranunculus, but I have editorial license)

they grow in this region

if I had your face

I'd join the foreign legion!

Yep, you guessed it...he liked me too!

Happy FITH!