Sam was always busy and didn't always have time for cleaning. It didn't bother her much until one evening when Jack called from the hall, somewhat dismayed: "Carter what happened to the dust on this table? I had a phone number written on it."
Some days he was adorable and some days she just wanted whack him.
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Jack stopped at a florist shop after work to pick up roses for Sam. As the clerk was putting the finishing touches on the bouquet, he burst through the door, breathlessly requesting a dozen red roses.
"I'm sorry," the clerk said. "This man just ordered our last bunch." A desperate customer, Jack turned to the clerk and begged, "You don't understand. If I don't have those roses back home waiting on my wife's desk by the time she gets home I'm a dead man."
"What happened?" I asked. "Did you forget your wedding anniversary?"
"It's even worse than that," he confided. "I crashed her hard drive!"
Even with the roses, and the necklace, and card he only had a slim chance of survival . . . but he had to try.