My flowers. Scott has taken to making sure we/I have fresh flowers in the house pretty much all the time. They pop up unexpectedly and always make me smile. He likes to give me trouble because I was once caught saying how silly I think flowers are because they just die. I guess this is because I didn't get them and now I am whistling a different tune. There is something pretty wonderful about having Scott walk through the door with a huge bouquet for me. It never gets old.
Ok, that's it. The end.
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