surprise me

My roses are still blooming but are starting to get tired. Mom told me I had to give away four of them when she and Dad gave them to me for my birthday because I'm only 20 and two dozen is four too many. I think I've given away those four roses several times over but they are still downstairs in the vase with the rest.
The house smells like garlic from our house dinner at which we had as many different beverages as we did dishes of food.
Turning off the lights and locking the doors I realized that this place is nothing like what I expected it to be but somehow I have still settled in it or, even more likely, it has settled around me.
Now I am going to go to sleep under my canopy because, truly, it is impossible to not feel pretty underneath it.
Lettie, I'm sorry I haven't written in so long. I guess this one is for you...aww.

"Would you like paper or plastic?"
"Paper. No. Plastic. No...I...surprise me."
"Excuse me?"
"Surprise me."
"Ok. Here- you don't get a bag, just carry it all under your arm. You'll be fine."

Thank you, Dan who works at Lunds, for surprising me. For all the years I have never been able to decide and have always said, "Surprise me," he was the first to actually do it. You're right, too. I will be fine.

:end sidenote