So I'm sitting here, minding my own business, sulking and moping at being HUNDREDS of miles away from my husband on TODAY - our THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY, when a spritely old man comes in carrying a vase full of gorgeous roses.
I sign and he says "I couldn't carry both up. I'll be back with the other one." He ducks back on the elevator and I think to myself: other one?
I call Harry to thank him and ask him about - "the other one."
"Just wait," he says. "Call me back."
As soon as I hang up the little guy appears and startles me by plopping down a HUGE basket of candy. I'm a little ashamed to admit, but I'm too busy poking around the contents to properly thank him for cheering up my otherwise dreary day.
The basket contents, for your drooling pleasure: Whatchamacalits, Snickers, York Peppermint patties, Oreos, Assorted Chocolates, Almond Joy, Mounds, Smores, Three Muskateers, Twix, M&M's, M&M's peanut, Baby Ruth, Rollos, Hershey's, Whoppers, Nips, 5th Avenue, Kit Kats, and - brace yourself - Chocolate Covered Potato Chips.
I'm in shock.
Or a diabetic coma.
Either way - I'm happy!