Thank you

Randy asks, "Did you open the flowers in the box on the chair in the living room?" Truthfully, I just tuned him out, because why would there be flowers in a box on the chair in the living room? Two hours later, he thrusts a long 1-800-flowers box into my arms and again asks, "Are you going to open up the box?" and "Who would send you flowers?" Who indeed? I found out by reading the enclosed card that a very sweet and charming fellow who is soon to be related to me sent the flowers along with a lovely thank you note. Hmmm...ok, this is good. I like flowers. I like flowers a lot. They're beautiful, they are fragrant and, most importantly, I can't kill them because they're already dead! And now, I have my future son-in-law sending me flowers. I think we're on the road to a great relationship.