It's the thought that counts

Poor Army of Dad. He was feeling very proud of himself. He figured out the physical address to my work without my help and then he went to pay for the flowers on Friday. Only hitch: they didn't show up while I was at work.

He finally called me when he realized I had left work and hadn't called or emailed to tell him thank you. He asked me if I had a good day. I said yep, then he finally asked me outright if I got any flowers. He hated to ruin the surprise, but it is hardly much of a surprise if I'm not there. He called the florist to fuss at them and then the receptionist at my office called me at 5:05 to tell me that my flowers had arrived. I'm sure they're lovely.

I'll find out tomorrow. I'm also sure that AoD probably ripped some florist a new one for delivering flowers that damned late on Valentine's Day.

Still a sweet gesture. But, shhh, AoD never wants to be referred to as sweet. It is my own personal secret.