where is the the luv?

i got a valentine's package from my grandmother (and my grandfather, although i'm pretty sure she does all the shopping and yapping), and it sat on my desk for half a day. petrified to open it, i wondered if it could be some hideously huge and clunky belt like my mom recently received or a serving spoon or two like her significant other got (never say you need a spoon in front of my grandmother. you'll get teaspoons, ladles, and jewelry made out of spoons within a week's time, accompanied by a letter on yellow notepad paper detailing their lifetime and beyond histories).

right. so before trudging home, i dutifully opened up the package and low and behold, todd receives a tomato-colored sweater - not too shabby-, but i get this stretch lace black shirt with ruffles. ruffles. and a stretch lace button down shirt with slightly bell sleeves? how did she know that this is exactly what i needed to round out my wardrobe? and to make matters worse, her card said it made her think of me because it's "classy."