The other day, The Fiance came home with a bouquet for me. This is a big deal because it’s unusual for him to bring me flowers. (He says when I stop asking for them, he’ll bring them. I guess I’ve finally managed to stop asking.) Although, there was one time when he brought me a rose bush. I killed it in a startlingly short amount of time.
But anyway, last week The Fiance brought me home a bouquet. It was exciting and special and they’re beautiful. I was so surprised. I snatched them up and started snipping off the stems and plopping them into a vase.
He comes sauntering over, so proud of himself, and says,
“These reminded me of your personality.” Pointing at the orange roses, “Bright.” Pointing at the purple thistles, “And dangerous.”