17 Years Later, and My Raising is Still in Effect.

Last week on the paper route, I came across a white rose. It was super dark out. (well duh, it was 4 AM!) It was small, but looked pretty enough, and smelt divine. Naturally, I picked it. When I got home, I grabbed a cup from the kitchen, stuck the rose in it, and put the cup on the bathroom counter with a "Good morning!" note for Ross to wake up to. In the light, however; the rose was missing half it's petals, and was dirty and wilting. Oh well.

At breakfast, Ross casually brought up said rose.

R: Where'd you get the rose, babe?

K: *huge smile* I found it!!

R: Oh, so some guy didn't give it to you then?

K: hahahahah N-

R: Wait. You took it from someone's YARD?!

He has no faith in me.

To give him some credit, I DID find it while walking back from putting a paper on a porch. But it was growing in a gutter. Hence, the unattractiveness of it. The next day though, I paid more attention to all the flowers in people's yards. The majority of people on my route are mmm old. No offense. And as we learned from Secondhand Lions, old people garden. Their yards are perfect manicured and have gorgeous flowers. I could make Ross a prize winning bouquet out of them.

However, the last time I stole something, I was three years old at the grocery store, in the produce section, with my mom. I was shoveling in grapes like it was an all you can eat buffet about to close. Of course I got caught and she told me what I was doing was stealing, and taught me that was wrong. When we were checking out, my dear sweet mother had me tell the checker pay her something like two cents and while sobbing tell her what I had done. I had stolen her grapes. Thanks mom. You did a good job and I have never even THOUGHT about stealing anything ever again, and haven't even snacked on a few grapes at the grocery store.

People of Spanish Fork, you can be at peace, confident that I will not be creeping through your yards at 4 AM snipping your beautiful flowers to take home to my hunk o' burning love of a husband, all thanks to my mama.