But apparently flowers make everything better. Or bring the funny back. I'm not sure which one. Let me explain.
Jane had a cold and gave it to me. But whereas little kids get the sniffles, adults apparently spike a 102 fever and roll around on death's doorstep. Anyway, Mom brought me flowers. They cheered me up. And as I walked into the living room looking like a cross between Swamp Thing and Big Mama, I decided to open the blinds and let the sun shine in. And there, on my doorstep, was the mail man.
We were eye to eye. He with his headphones and shocked expression, and me, pants-less, feverish, and un-showered for two days. I dropped to the floor like a bomb had gone off. I know he saw me. I can read horror in a man's eyes. I've seen the same expression in Matt's when I have PMS and scream, "YOU PUT THE TOILET PAPER ON THE WRONG DIRECTION."
So anyway, there I was, on the floor, belly-crawling away from the window and the freaked out mail man. And then I started to laugh. I'd found funny again. Like I said, flowers make everything better.