Fido's Flowers

A basket of artificial flowers (are these4 orchids, dear florists and horticulturists?) flaunted at Firdaus' workstation. I was sitting at her place last evening during my 6 - 10 p.m. shift when I got bored stiff. There's nothing much to surf on the Internet and one can only play Solitaire so many times before getting sick of it (unless, of course, you're Clay Aiken). Anyway, just one more (Friday) night to go before Polling Day rolls in the next morning!