Wednesday, July 23, 2008
That's my boy.
From time to time, Mr Fuzzy-Wuzzy likes to give me surprises, especially when I least expect them. It can be for no apparent reason, and can range from the pleasant, like taking me out to our favourite sushi joint, to the not-so-pleasant, like telling me "Dear there's a cockroach over there I'll leave you to handle it tell me when it's safe to come out" before barricading himself in the bedroom, leaving me to face said creepy-crawly alone. I suspect it's got something to do with the fact that I was his first and only girlfriend. It makes you just want to pull out the stops to impress the girl. And it does, which is a lot coming from a very unromantic girl.
But anyway.
I'd had a bad day on Monday, and I'd gone out to salsa the irritation off both Monday and Tuesday. When I got home yesterday, I greeted him as usual and then headed to take a bath. When I opened the door, there on my pillow was a nice little bouquet of flowers to cheer me up. It was a very nicely composed bouquet, with a rose and carnation.
And of course, not-so discreetly stapled onto the crepe wrapping, was the price tag which he'd forgotten to detach.
To borrow a phrase from Pioneer Woman, we're just
keepin' it real.
Posted by yuene at 3:42 PM