sometimes my heart is filled with so much joy that i’m afraid i might just burst. i had some pretty big plans fall through for the weekend. but life happens when you least expect it to.

so now, just when i am feeling sorta at my lowest, most worried, incapacitated by fear, doubt, sadness, i get a call.

“prior lake plywood delivery.”
“what?”
“is this jodi chromey.”
“yes.”
“are you gonna be home in like two minutes.”
“yes.”
“ok, i got some plywood for you.”
“but i didn’t order any plywood.”
“most people don’t order for themselves. are you in that apartment building right behind anchors away?”
“what?”
“you know right behind anchors away.”
“i don’t have any idea where that is.”
“on toronto, that first left after anchors away.”
“i’m on toronto but it’s by hooligans and hollywood.”
“damnit, that’s right. i’m dating myself. hollywood, it used to be called anchors away.”
“oh, well yes, i’m here.”
“ok, i’ll be there in 2 seconds.”

FUCK! that’s when i leap out of bed clad only in underpants (the old ones at that) and clamor about trying to find something to put on. i go to grab my grey hoodie, but i can’t see to find the damn zipper. so i grab a blue button-up shirt that has an ice cream stain on it. as i zip up my pants, i can feel that i have the most astronomical bedhead known to mankind. but there’s no time to worry about it.

as i open the apartment door i wonder just what the fuck kind of plywood would be delivered to me and by who for who and what not.

i head out the door and he’s waiting in the lobby for me, with a giant display of flowers.

“are you jodi chromey?”
“yes.”
“here are your flowers.”
“oh thank you, when you called i thought you said plywood.”
“no wonder you seemed so confused. i thought, wow i’d never known a lady to not want flowers.”
“yeah, i love flowers, plywood, i’m not so sure about.”
“well here you go.”
“thank you!”

and then i raced to my apartment and tore off the wrappings and there’s so beautiful lilies, roses, gladiolis and my big fat smile.

wow, life is amazing.