Have you ever known anyone who was not excited about a delivery from a florist? When I got home last night there was a card indicating that a florist had left something next door. I did NOT want to go get it. I'm not phobic about flowers or plants, and I don't have severe allergies to plants that I know of (I have seasonal allergies to grass). I do not like my neighbor. I would not like her in a house, I would not like her with a mouse. G and I live in the house that belonged to my grandparents for over 30 years. My grandmother died on Thanksgiving Day in 1995, and G and I got engaged at midnight of the New Year in '96. We bought the house from my mom and aunt. Our neighbor, E, did not like and was not very nice to my grandmother, who was a wonderful, generous, thoughtful, albeit bossy and talkative woman. When I told E we were buying the house she thought maybe G and I could take her to the store, mow her lawn, etc. She seemed to have forgotten that a few days after my grandfather died, she came to my grandmother and told her not to expect E and her husband (who died soon after that) to be doing much for her. They did pick up groceries every once in awhile, but they didn't offer to take my grandmother with them, and she wanted to get her own things. Anyway, I decided I would be nice and try to get past the past, and then G found that E had said mean things about us and told neighbors that our house was given to us, a total lie, and I have all the mortgage papers to prove it! Bizarre. Anyway, I put off going over there, but she was nice when she came to the door, so I'm going to be nice, too. I'm going to send her a Christmas card. If I can make myself, I may bring her something, or offer to do something for her. I will be a grown-up someday!