...for my yearly valentine's flowers. the husband is not the bringing-home-surprise-flowers-all-the-time type {bc, frankly, i get sad when they die}, but once a year he patiently stands in line with the other men at the flower shop and buys me some holiday pretties. they look so cheery in our kitchen, and they make me feel like i'm in a sappy commercial each time i stop to smell them. which, this week, will be an innapropriate number of times. #justbeinghonest
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