It's the little things in life. Like getting stuff moved and cleaned and organized. Well, two out of three ain't bad. And I think I managed to slip some roses into the house and up to my mom's bedroom without her knowing it. I performed this covert operation by first, not bringing the flowers into the house right away, acting non-chalantly (right), and eventually bringing them in the back way and hiding them in a box that I was taking to the attic. Hopefully they'll last long enough in the vase (yes I put water in the vase). I'd hate for her to go up stairs tonight and see a bunch of wilted flowers by the bedside.