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The Flowers Were On Sale

My husband has freely admitted to me that he buys my flowers from the clearance bucket at the grocery store.

Okay, let me preface that by saying that I am the least romantic woman out there. Also, I take care of the finances so a gift of roses with their hefty price tag would not only not go unnoticed but it would be questioned.

But my husband is a romantic. He picks up flowers on the way home, just because. Don’t get me wrong, the man does a lot of annoying things but he also does wonderfully kind things. What ends up happening, however, is that he brings home flowers or candy or a small gift and I immediately tally the expense or wonder at his motive. I told you I wasn’t romantic.

So after ten years my husband got wise. He still gets me flowers for no reason. He still brings me hot chocolate in bed on Sunday mornings so I can sleep in and just lay in bed a little longer. He does things that I find truly and utterly romantic.

He’s also quick to point out that the flowers were actualy on sale.

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