Two very nice things have occurred to me in less than a 24-hour period.

I received a lovely bouquet of flowers yesterday. I couldn’t imagine who might be sending me flowers (my husband had just given me a bunch of wildflowers for no reason at all). It wasn’t my birthday. It wasn’t mothers day. For a split second, I thought the delivery man must have the wrong address.

Are you Melissa Garrett? asked the man with the flowers (for another split second, I thought this man might be someone trying to gain entrance into my home - I’m paranoid like that)

Indeed I am!

I tore into the card, curious about the sender. Well . . . the other day, a man contacted me on behalf of his wife. It seems she’s starting a new website and was hoping I might consider selling a domain I had registered ages ago, www.SewGreen.com . Sell it?

Heck no, I said. I will give it to you.

Now, I know there are plenty of sites out there called “Sew Green.” My husband suggested I should sell it for profit, but I’m just not that sort of person. I had no reason to hang onto the domain, and I was happy to transfer it over. So, they sent me flowers as a thank you! Nice!

The other nice thing to happen is this: Gary just delivered a few of these pencils with pottery animal toppers. Aren’t they just the best?! The funny thing is, Gary had emailed me earlier this morning letting me know that he would stop by Friday at 1:30. What he should have done is say “today” instead of “Friday.” Any SAHM will attest to the fact that we often can’t remember what day of the week it is. And considering my kids are home for spring break, I was seriously thinking today is Saturday. So, when Gary said “Friday at 1:30,” I thought he meant next Friday, the 18th.

So there I was, in a cathartic trance mopping my kitchen floor, when I began to hear a low rumbling sound. The dishwasher was running, so I wasn’t quite sure what I was hearing. It stopped. It started. It stopped. It started. And then it dawned on me that someone was rapping on my front door. And then I peeked around the corner and saw Gary!

You decided to come early, I said.

What? It’s 1:30. (these may or may not be his exact words)

And then I, mop in hand, grungy in bleach-stained sweats, scraggly hair, looking like death warmed over, stood there and tried to justify my mommy brain. A far-cry from my online persona, I assure you (or maybe it’s not)

Check your calendar, said Gary. Today is Friday.

Was that a hint of sarcasm I detected?

PS - Hop on over to Gary’s etsy store where he has a few things for sale.