One Lonely Rose

Round noon I left the house to hit Wendy's. I found a single rose under my windshield wiper. No note. And none on other cars. Curiouser and curiouser.
While getting lunch, I thought over my options. I could give the rose to the FP Gal and tell her that I went out of my way to get it. That gets me good credit. Or I could tell her the truth and sell it as a good story. Hmmmm.
Well, since I'm sharing it here I obviously went with the second option. She did ask if it was from my girlfriend. Not a chance. Any girlfriend of mine would know not to leave me flowers. Much better off with peanut-butter cups. We can't help but wonder what the story is. A case of mistaken auto-identity? A random act of kindness? A warning of a hortoculturist hit?
The world may never know.
Comments
Yes, your brother-in-law's wife is your sister-in-law. In my book anyway...
Steve called my Grandma R "Grandma" yesterday - it was so cute I almost fell over. (usually I would think that was weird but since he doesn't have any grandparents any more I found this to be very sweet)