Apparently my previous post struck a nerve with a certain man in my life.
I'm pretty sure that I never once whined or accused my husband of not bringing me flowers.
(insert innocent look here)
I was just singing a little ditty.
But I will not complain about the results.
My lovely husband greeted me at the metro station after my "me" day out on the town,
(more on that later)
with a beautiful bouquet of autumnal colored flowers.
And... as he proudly pointed out, they were already cut!
So I need not feel guilty when they die. :)