My husband's uncle thought he had conquered the problem of trying to remember his wife's birthday and their anniversary. He opened an account with a florist, privided him with the relevant dates and gave instructions to send flowers along with an appropriate note signed, "Your loving husband."

His wife was thrilled by this new disply of attention and all went well until ond day, many bouquets later, when he came home, kissed his wife and said offhandedly, "Nice flowers, honey. Where'd you get them?"