My roommate is so sneaky. And mean...well, sometimes.
Ever since I finished my spring wreath, I should publicly admit that I have not stopped talking about my creative skills. And unfortunately, Jenna has had to hear the majority of my ramblings. I have repeatedly told her about the girls from Hobby Lobby who liked my wreath adornments so much, that they asked me to show them the exact same flowers that I was buying, so they could do the same. I have told her about my neighbors and their friends commenting on my past wreaths in the hallway. (Walls are thin.) I also told her how Monday night a lady at Michael's asked me where an item was, because first she thought I worked there, and then because it looked like I knew what I was doing.
Poor Jenna, right?
Yesterday, I was on my way out the door when a pink post-it note caught my attention. I was overjoyed, and ran back into the living room to see if Jenna had not noticed it when she came home. "Why did you not say anything," I asked. At this point, she was laughing, but I honestly did not think twice about it. "Someone else really likes my wreaths," I thought to myself." After a few minutes, she confessed...
She had a co-worker write the note!
Not nice Jenna, not nice.