Jon was walking into the grocery store the other night when it started snowing, and because he knew that I was probably at home DYING OF A BROKEN HEART, he picked up these tulips while he was there. When he walked in the door he was holding the bouquet out in front of him and said, “I LOVE YOU.” In a totally preemptive tone, like DO NOT ASSUME THAT I GOT THESE FOR YOU BECAUSE I DID SOMETHING WRONG. I knew there was a reason I liked him.