This week just keeps getting better

So Tuesday afternoon there was a knock at the front door and Landlady J went downstairs to answer it. As she passed the window she said, “There’s a van out front, are you expecting a package?” I started to say No, only then I remembered that mom mailed me a package last week, so I said, “Oooh, it’s my package from my mom with the Reeses' peanut butter cups!” and ran downstairs, shoving aside furniture, cats, small children, abandoned puppies, you name it in my rush.

Only when I got there I found a 3-feet tall cardboard box with flowers designs on the outside, which sort of made me stop dead in my tracks with my mouth hanging open and my brow furrowed all confusedly, because why would my mom send something that huge all the way from Alaska? I opened the box and found this HUGE (like, really really huge, takes-two-people-to-lift-them huge) gorgeous arrangement with 12 white roses and lilies and enough foliage to recreate the King Kong set. There was also a sweet card from WR that made me do the Girly Squeal (the one reserved for puppies, Savvy in pigtails, really tiny doll furniture, and now sweet cards from WR).

SO much better than Reeses, people. And I never thought I would say that about anything.

I arranged them in the vase myself, which is why they probably look somewhat lopsided, and why all the people who actually know how to arrange flowers are snickering right now, but that's just fine. And the lilies haven't bloomed yet, so I still have that to look forward to. It's the gift that keeps on giving, pretty much.

WR came over that night for a bit and I hauled the vase down from my room to show him.

WR: WOW! They’re like, huge! They’re bigger than they were in the picture.

Me: Yeah, they’re really beautiful.

WR: So do you think they look Elegant?

Me: Yes, they’re very elegant, I would say.

WR: Oh, good. Cos that’s what their name was.

So I asked what inspired him to just up and buy me flowers, because I was thinking maybe there would be some gushy details. Also I wondered it they were possibly to do with the slight spat we'd had on Sunday regarding P&P, wherein I decided that perhaps we just, ahem, weren't ready for P&P yet. ("A strop?? What does that mean? I'll show YOU a strop!", etc.)

WR: Oh! It was on my task list.

Me: Huh?

WR: Yeah, I put it on my task list in Outlook earlier, and then today it came up at the top. “Buy [Nem] flowers.” So I did!

Me: Oh. So . . . what made you think of putting it in on your task list? Like, when did you do it?

WR: Don’t remember. I think I put it in there sometime this weekend. Was it Saturday? What happened on Saturday . . . . Huh. Yeah, I dunno when exactly.

The splendid sentimental fool. :-)

So then for the whole rest of the next day I ran the very great risk of being deservedly smacked in the face, because I had to keep stopping myself from saying things like, "Oh, I'm sorry, what? I'm going to the Canary Islands in 19 days AND I got gorgeous flowers from my hot English boyfriend? Why yes, yes I did!"

--smack--

Ow.