because when carnations don't look like fancy hats? they just kind of look like, um, carnations.

I like flowers.  I buy them for myself.  I usually buy carnations, because I love how they look cut short and bunched up in my lady head vases.  It makes it seem like the ladies are wearing fancy hats.  Which reminds me of my mom.  She loves fancy hats.  Like, the more feathers and netting, the better.  My lady head vases looked a lot like this

until I broke one.  Then they looked a lot like this

until I broke the other one.  Then they looked a lot like this

  ,

if they were plates.  But they were vases.  Lady head ones.  With carnations in them.  But you get the idea.  I just broke the second one yesterday.  And after I cried and cried, where cried and cried means cursed like a sailor, I scooped up the pink carnations that I bought for myself and replanted them like so

.  Which was okay.  I guess.  Where okay means suck.  Because when carnations don't look like fancy hats?  They just kind of look like, um, carnations. 

But then at 10:30 this morning this arrived

, which contained these .

And then at 11:00 this morning another one arrived

and then at 11:15 a box of chocolates arrived with a bear.

At 11:20 the Little People ate all the chocolates and the First Grader absconded with the bear .  And then?  We found an entire 2nd layer of chocolates because it's been that kind of day.  And I?  Am pretty gobsmacked. Where gobsmacked means swoon-y and not hating 1-800-flowers as much as I used to.