My mom got the flowers I ordered. She called and was really happy. She said, "I knew the minute I saw them that they were from you; I didn't need to even read the card." I asked how she knew, and she said because I'd be the only one to get her daisies, because she knows I love daisies and that I know that's her favorite flower. She said anyone else would get her some stupid conglomeration of florist flowers, but these were perfect. So I was happy. :)
Further North
The account of one South Sider who is firmly entrenched on the North Side of Chicago.