Sweet Nothings

Brantley and I were watching TV the other night when an FTD commercial came on. I posed the harmless question, “How come you never send me flowers anymore?”

“Because you never do anything to deserve it.”

“That’s not true! I write you love letters for you to find in your lunch at work.”

“Lori, writing “Ink Poisoning Kills” directly on the apple you placed in my lunch does not constitute a love letter.”

“Whatever, at least I’m trying.”