Each week when I'm shopping for groceries I have this little situation in the flower section. I want to buy some. And this is the funny thing about that... I have made a bold statement to my husband that I am not a flower girl.
The reality is I really do like flowers. But I don't want him to buy them for me when some calendar alarm goes off on his palm pilot signaling that every other poor man will need to rush by the grocery to buy his girl a token of love.
The reality is I really do like flowers. But I don't want him to buy them for me when some calendar alarm goes off on his palm pilot signaling that every other poor man will need to rush by the grocery to buy his girl a token of love.
Canned proclamations of love are nice in a pinch but really, it's the non-holiday cards, notes, and bouquets that mean so much more.
I'd rather have a dandelion that he stopped and picked on a non-event day than a dozen roses on a Hallmark holiday.
I'm just strange like that.
Plus the dandelion won't cost anything. And I'm very practical. It's hard to think about spending money on something that is going to be dead in a week.
With all this said, why do I look at the flowers every week conveniently positioned in the grocery store between the bananas and the bread? I buy both bananas and bread every week. And every week I am tempted to buy a bouquet of fresh cut flowers.
I stand there and try to justify spending that money on something that I want. Then I start thinking about gas prices, clothes for the kids, the computer we need, and how expensive those bananas and loaves of bread are. So, I sigh and pass by those happy blossoms.
Well, yesterday I was in the Costco y'all and something just came over me. I think I was just so giddy about bringing my food from afar with such fine discounts that when I got to the flowers I could not pass them by.
They were beautiful and being sold at a discount. I reached out and grabbed a bouquet and claimed them for my own.
I brought them home, divided them between two vases, placed them on two different tables and felt so domestic I could hardly stand myself. I might even be inspired to use more than two ingredients plus water when cooking this week.
I have a suspicion that some kind of domestic bug has crawled out from those blossoms and bit me. Have mercy. If I start talking about grinding my own wheat, y'all better send someone to check on me. It might mean that I took a ride on the mattress pond and bumped my head.
Speaking of being a little scattered, I had the random number thing pick the winner of Friday's contest but I can't for the life of me figure out how to number the comments. And with all my flower arranging, I didn't have time to count. So, the winner is #122.
I'll try to count later and give a big ol' CONGRATS to whoever this is. Happy Crazy Monday!
I'd rather have a dandelion that he stopped and picked on a non-event day than a dozen roses on a Hallmark holiday.
I'm just strange like that.
Plus the dandelion won't cost anything. And I'm very practical. It's hard to think about spending money on something that is going to be dead in a week.
With all this said, why do I look at the flowers every week conveniently positioned in the grocery store between the bananas and the bread? I buy both bananas and bread every week. And every week I am tempted to buy a bouquet of fresh cut flowers.
I stand there and try to justify spending that money on something that I want. Then I start thinking about gas prices, clothes for the kids, the computer we need, and how expensive those bananas and loaves of bread are. So, I sigh and pass by those happy blossoms.
Well, yesterday I was in the Costco y'all and something just came over me. I think I was just so giddy about bringing my food from afar with such fine discounts that when I got to the flowers I could not pass them by.
They were beautiful and being sold at a discount. I reached out and grabbed a bouquet and claimed them for my own.
I brought them home, divided them between two vases, placed them on two different tables and felt so domestic I could hardly stand myself. I might even be inspired to use more than two ingredients plus water when cooking this week.
I have a suspicion that some kind of domestic bug has crawled out from those blossoms and bit me. Have mercy. If I start talking about grinding my own wheat, y'all better send someone to check on me. It might mean that I took a ride on the mattress pond and bumped my head.
Speaking of being a little scattered, I had the random number thing pick the winner of Friday's contest but I can't for the life of me figure out how to number the comments. And with all my flower arranging, I didn't have time to count. So, the winner is #122.
I'll try to count later and give a big ol' CONGRATS to whoever this is. Happy Crazy Monday!
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