As Erica and I gear up for the final stretch of our wedding, we have had several tedious activities to finish. One of those last-minute touches was finalizing the ribbon for the floral bouquets with the florist (clearly, something that I’m super interested in). So, what was supposed to be a mind-numbing trip was halted when we stepped into the florist’s studio. For, behold, standing in the garage room that led to the flower room was a wonderful piece of aircraft. Definitely unexpected, and definitely a beauty – this plane was just begging for me to stare at it in amazement. There’s really no story here… I just thought it was pretty. On a side note, our florist’s name is Blossom. That is irony at its finest, my friends. (Edited to add: As my friend pointed out to me, irony isn’t as good a descriptor as coincidence. Regardless, it’s stinkin hilarious.)
Jeremy McNair 
Blossom isn’t ironic, it’s coincidence, right?
Yeah, I guess irony would imply that it had the opposite meaning. Thank you for your wisdom, sir.
I’ll fix it… haha.