For the record I know that this post will expose some of my crazy… but, let’s be honest, we all have some crazy in us…
I have told my husband time and time again that I think flowers are such a waste of money. Sure, they’re beautiful and smell nice, but a week later the water stinks and they start to die. In addition I generally have to trash half the bouquet off the bat because they are deadly to my cat. So after a weeks time I typically have a half full, stinky vase left with semi-dead flowers.
But here’s the thing, I don’t mean it. I don’t think they’re stupid – I think they’re lovely! And the feeling I get when they realize that, “yes, that delivery man is walking towards me!” is worth the $60+ price tag for something that will be rendered completely useless in a week!
So today when my Valentine did not consist of beautiful long stem roses I was a bit forlorn. I told my husband about all of the beautiful bouquets I saw pictures of on Facebook with that *hint* *hint* tone in my voice. To which he replies, “but you hate flowers, you think they’re a waste of money!” What can I say, he’s right, I do think they’re a waste of money and I completely understand why, logically, he didn’t send me flowers. But do I still want them? You bet I do.