Thank you, Jack, for the incredible bouquet of flowers you thrust into my hands yesterday morning. The roots dripping dirt were a particularly beautiful touch.
They almost made up for the fact that when Lily told you her great-grammy passed away, you shouted, "Dammit!!"
Almost.
(And if you live near Smythe and Wesson Elementary school and are missing a CLUMP of grape hyacinths -bulbs and all- they are now perched on this teacher's desk. I apologize on behalf of my client.)
