Nancy Drew I'm Not

It being my second mother's day with a son that still can't talk, I wasn't expecting much.  So when a box from 1800 Flowers arrived on my doorstep on Thursday I got quite excited.  Thats an understatement.  I was smiling the entire way home like a jackal.  I assumed they were from my friend Bree who works there.   Everyone who knows me uses our family florist unless they are getting a discount somewhere else like Bree would.  When I open the box the card reads: "Happy Mother's Day.  Take time to relax.  You deserve it!"  No signature.   And like most things I start to over think.

What if there not from Bree?  Could I have a secret admirer?  Would Terry actually send me flowers?  I highly doubt that.  Could they be from Bree's friend Ryan that I have been seeing a lot lately?  Would he really be that forward since he doesn't have my address?  That would take a lot of effort for a guy.  They really had to be from Bree.  So, I call her and of course, because its a flower emergency, she doesn't pick up.  I try to be patient and put it out of my mind.  We all know that patience is not my strong suit.  About 30 minutes later, I can't stand the suspense any longer and call Terry.  I am pretty positive that it wasn't him but figure that I would call him first and then cross him off my list of suspects.  Turns out I was right.  Terry roars into a cackling laugh and responds with "Why would I send you flowers?!  If I was going to get you anything it would be Carvel.  We all know thats your favorite."  Right, moving on.

Back to Bree.  If she would just pick up her damn phone.  But what if they are from Ryan through Bree.  Obviously because I want them to be from Ryan it seems like an entirely acceptable explanation.  I wait for another hour.  Then in a moment of stupidity, impatience, and a false sense of confidence I decide I'm calling Ryan.  Yeah, not from him either and now I feel like a COMPLETE moron.  He goes "I should have sent you flowers."  No, he shouldn't have and he didn't and now I have made him feel guilty for NOT sending me flowers.  Why does this only seem to happen in my world.  Secret admirer is still an option (although I am starting to doubt that since my first two choices blew up in my face) and I now have no choice but to wait for Bree to find her phone.  After another hour, I become impatient again and call 1800 Flowers but they can't tell me unless the sender gives permission.  Great.

Turns out my infamous bunch of tulips are from Bree and I find this out officially at 9PM (!!!) when she finally calls me back.  I feel like an idiot for about 12 reasons.  Firstly, what kind of person calls every guy in her phone to find out that a girl sent her flowers?  Thats a classic I only believe what I want to believe quandary.  Secondly, I receive a gorgeous vase arrangement from Mom's Florist on Saturday.  This time they where from Ryan.  I guilted this boy into sending me mother's day flowers.  He swears he was going to do it anyway but I cry bullshit to that.  He called around to find out which florist was my families then assumed that they would have my address.  Very cute but I still feel like a royal idiot for literally FORCING him to buy me flowers.  Thirdly, by including Terry in on my flower hunt I have given him another reason to laugh at me.  As if he needs another reason.  I will end with: Fourthly, I guilted Terry into getting me a rather lovely, unexpected, and thoughtful gift mother's day as well.  He also got me and my entire family Carvel on Thursday night.  On the whole, despite my shortcomings as the next Nancy Drew, it was a very good Mother's day.  Flowers and ice cream, what more to life is there?!