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I forgot to mention yesterday that there is a vase of peonies on the dining room table.

One summer when I was a kid, Mom attempted to do something with our postage stamp of a backyard. She planted a whole lot of stuff and it looked real pretty before being a postage stamp sized back yard in NY and Mom getting discouraged with gardening killed most of it. What was left went feral and took over the back yard - the peonies for one, but there are also some roses and a few scraggly stray trees. Anyway, due to the epic amount of rain we had a couple weeks ago the peonies bloomed with a vengeance. You could see this gnarled little bush just covered in these huge pink flowers from the kitchen window.

Apparently sometime while I was running around in Manhattan yesterday, Dad actually ventured into the back yard (no one goes back there, ever), cut six of the flowers, and put them in a nice vase with water. "They were just going to waste back there, and I thought you and Imm would like them. And they smell nice."

This right here is why the man still gets all the ladies.