I think Shirley may love smelling lilacs as much as I do. However, she gets a little too excited with all of the foliage, and inevitably, she tips over the vase. She immediately realizes that she's done something wrong, and apologizes profusely.
We had thunderstorms last night. I love a good thunderstorm; I think it helps me sleep. Shirley thinks they are frightening, and she runs upstairs and hides under the bed until the bad weather passes.
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