When I got home today, there was a bouquet of flowers waiting for me on the dining room table. Beautiful, purchased at Sam's club and stored in a vase we already owned, just like I like. Savings.
But there was a time that flowers were hard to come by in my house, and as it turns out - it was my fault:
For years after Dan and I started dating/got married, a strange thing would happen every time I did something nice for Dan. While thanking me, he would say, "I'm gonna get you a shirt." Or, "let's go get you a shirt!"
Finally, one day after Dan made this sort of compliment and offer to me, I asked him,"why do you always tell me you're going to get me a shirt?"
So he explained. Apparently, at some point shortly after we started dating, a young opinionated version of myself proclaimed, "I think flowers are such a waste of money!"
I went on to tell Dan, "I mean, for that kind of money, I'd much rather have a shirt!"
And so, the idealistic ramblings of a 24-year old Amanda became law for Dan for the better part of a decade.
I do still think if you're gonna spend 40 bucks on something, better to spend it on something that won't end up in the trash in 5 days. That being said, the roses on my table are very nice. And so is Dan.