So last week, I'm at work, and I get a call on my cell from a number I don't recognize. I (hesitantly) answer, and it's a man asking if I'm home. Uh... I don't know about you guys, but when a strange man calls to ask if I'm at home, I get a little skeeved out. He said he was from a florist and he was there to deliver some flowers. Likely story, eh? Listen, I've seen CSI and I'm not falling for this. But it turns out he DID work for a florist (which I confirmed by getting his name and the name of the florist in case I came home and was robbed clean) and he left this beautiful bouquet at the front door.And then I called Jamie to see if he sent me flowers. Uh, yeah, that was an awkward silence. Nope, not from my man. Since it wasn't any sort of holiday or special occasion, I was stumped as to who would send these. You know who it was? It was a client! The mom of the puppy I shot a few weeks ago! HOW NICE IS THAT?!And now, almost a full week later, the flowers still look and smell great. This side-business of mine sure has its perks.