Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about the flowers that Jeff bought me for Valentine's Day. After 16 years together, I haven't the heart to tell him that I don't really like big bouquets of cut flowers, because they are essentially already dead and within a few days even seeing them will make me feel morose as they begin to wilt and molder. Each day I will toss out the saddest looking ones and will bide my time until they all look pathetic enough for me to toss the whole lot of them out. If I do it too soon, I worry he will think that I didn't like his gift and that he has let me down.
( Low Maintenance Blues )
( Low Maintenance Blues )