We watched the man strutting across the parking lot carrying a huge flower bouquet in his hands. You could tell that man was quite satisfied with himself, because he was grinning like a small dog with a big bone.
My husband is a wonderful man, who rarely ever thinks to buy me flowers. That type of “romance” just doesn’t occur to him, although he will gladly wash the dishes or rub my feet (which might not seem romantic to you, but I’ll happily accept it!).
Though I realize that the money could be better spent elsewhere, occasionally I would enjoy the indulgence of receiving flowers. So, I nudged my husband and said, with no great degree of subtlety, “Oh, Honey, look! Somebody must love somebody very much to get them flowers like that!”
My Sweet Spousal Unit muttered under his breath, “Or else they screwed up really badly.”
Please don’t bring me flowers, Honey. I don’t want to have to worry what you did for me to deserve them.
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I must say, that my husband doesn’t buy me flowers often. But, of course, that means that when he does, it’s memorable! I can still remember the purply-blue freesias he brought me when I was recovering from my appendectomy. A bright dash of colour during a dark time.
He was a smart man to bring you the freesias when you were recovering from an illness. MY husband might even remember them then. Does he ever, just out of the blue, bring you a bouquet? THAT would be memorable to ME. Course, now I gotta worry, don’t I? :LOL~skt
Gotta hand it to your hubby if you could kind of nudge him into the “really big occasion” corner such as the above comment. Otherwise, dish washing and foot rubbing rank way up the food chain above flowers.
Oh, yeah, Jaime. I’m not knocking those foot rubs at all! But, the little girl inside me (who was told all those stories about Prince Charming) just won’t shut the heck up. Seriously, now I do NOT want flowers because I’ve figured out how his mind works
~skt
No – no bouquets exactly, but he did buy me a Magnolia earlier this year, which I just love! This post reminds me of the Wendy Cope poem ‘Flowers’. Do you know it? If you don’t, let me know, and I’ll email you a copy.
Oh, I read that and caught the scent of those big ole Magnolia blossoms in my head! I love those trees but have never had one. I don’t know the poem. I’d love a copy, thanks!~skt
I don’t get store bought flowers from my hubby, however on occasion I do get hand picked.
My husband has made that same comment, so I guess I don’t really want them do I?
One story I’ll share: Leon stopped and bought a dish garden and a teeny pink clown when I was having a major crisis at work. He left them at the reception desk for me with a little card. Very effective in more ways than one.
hubby has always been a flower-giver from the very start…so it’s quite the opposite for me, if he stops sending flowers, I guess that’s my cue
Yep, that would be a sign
~skt
I’m one of those that begs the hubby not to buy flowers. He always wants some big bouquet thing that costs like $100 for Valentine’s Day and our anniversary and I always cringe because they are so expensive and I just don’t want them.
He’s finally listening and last V-Day he downloaded a bunch of romantic love songs to my iPod. For me, that was MUCH more romantic!
Jessica
Oh, how right he is. I love a man that feels comfortable enough in his own shoes that he doesn’t feel the need to put on airs. What a catch. (But, I betcha, this week, he buys you flowers.)
You were so right! I guilt jerked him into bringing home flowers at noon! hmmm. Now I’m worried. That was too easy.~skt
Mine buys me flowers on a regular basis which is wonderful. I’m with you though…washing the dishes and the foot rubs are far more lovable. Have a great day.
Foot rubs…that’s the best~skt
Something edible is always best in the case of major screw ups! Great post!
Thanks, Sandy, and yes…edible chocolate is a good thing!~skt
Some men are made different! Our husbands must have similar issues with spontaneous romantic expression.
Mine just wasn’t taught that. I believe it’s a learned response!~skt
ohhhh that’s a good point. in all my “skepticalism” (is that a word?!), i have never thought that! maybe i need a wake up call?!
Nahh, don’t even think that. “skepticalism” can be a new word. I like it!~skt
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