What a guilty conscience will get you.

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.  :)