It's Valentine's Day, and a lovely bouquet of flowers is delivered to your door. The accompanying note says something uplifting like "Love, Joy, Health and Happiness" and is signed "Helen, John, and Old G.P."
After puzzling it over for a while, you realize that the Helen in question is your grandmother who passed away 11 years ago. John, then, would be your deceased uncle, and "Old G.P." must be a brand-new moniker your (still living) grandfather has invented for himself (he's always gone by "Shay" or "Grandpa Bob") in an apparent effort to make it as difficult as possible to figure out who the flowers are from.
This probably hasn't ever happened to you. Unless you're related to me.
7 comments:
Gotta love that ol' G.P.! He's one in a million! I loved him bringing your old videos to Christmas. So cool.
I just made the whole room listen to this. Made my night
Aw, thanks.
You are so sweet and.....such discipline!!! Way to go. What's up with peanuts?
Yes, this is actually the third time I've heard the exact same story. Guess that's how many of your relations got flowers!
You're the only one "fortunate" enough to live in a building where deliveries never make it to you :)
... this is a nice way to make you think of all the folks who love you.
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