This afternoon Andrew brought home some flowers, something he's been doing fairly often lately, and without prodding or strip club receipts or a second wife in tow. He usually brings me all different types, because he knows how I feel about commitment, and I find that part of the surprise particularly delightful.
These ones are HYDROGENOUSES!
He said it just. like. that. when he walked through the door as if to declare, "I BRING YOU THE HOLY GRAIL WRAPPED IN THE RAREST SILK AND DUNKED IN CHOCOLATE MILK!"
No boring roses or tulips or daisies, no sireee.