The Language of Christmas

I recall (back in the days when I was young and dating) hearing lots of talk about "The Language of Flowers." You know, the manner in which one might creatively express respect (daffodils), affection (red chrysanthemum) and virginity (orange blossom), to name a very few.

So, on this Christmas morning, as I opened the gifts which my dear husband had lovingly chosen for me, I just had to ask myself: "What sort of message am I to infer from a Daisy Seal?"

Okay, so it's not exactly a flower. More like a superheated foodsaver device. But it's got that "Daisy" bit in the title, only without the usual connotation of "childhood innocence."

Don't get me wrong, I know exactly what he meant to convey with the purple bikini underpants and the push-up bra. It's just ... vacuum-packed leftovers? What's up with that?