Honestly, my only complaint is the Google Reviews process. When I click on the link, I end up being redirected to the edit window for last year's review, which makes me think that last year's review has been languishing unposted in Edit mode all this time, but when update and post it it displays as being 11 months old. But that's just because Google sucks, as you already know. Sweatpea's, on the other hand, rocks. I would let Sweetpea's datamine me up the ass and smile the whole time; that's how much I like these guys. This time I had to redirect the delivery at the last minute because the Bouquet Target changed location at the last minute in the middle of an icy blizzard. No problem. Sweatpea's comes through. They also have the world's most extensive and arcane collection of gift cards to accompany their bouquets; whether the message is about Hemipterans or Cephalopods, they always seem to have exactly the right card to go with the poem. I don't even have to ask them; they just conjure up the perfect card each time. At this point, I would rather give up sending flowers entirely than deal with another florist. Also, Sara: heard you on CBC this morning. Good job. Now get back to work.