I have a confession. I tell my husband NOT to buy me flowers.
You’re probably thinking, “What’s wrong with her? Does she hate chocolate and unicorns too?”
There’s nothing wrong with me. I love flowers – just not the expensive type that comes in a vase and dies a few days later.
I’ve experienced the thrill of receiving a dozen roses or a spectacular flower arrangement, and I’m good. I treasure those memories, but I don’t need to experience them again.
I tell my husband I’d rather take the money he would have spent on flowers and go shopping with it. Yes, I’ve become practical like that.
In other words, flowers? No thank you. Instead, show me the money, honey!
Let me add, I’m not alone in this. Several of the ladies in my office agree with me and have told their husband the same thing.