this is why we can’t have nice things

This is what you get when you stumble into dumb luck and find a great husband:

(A bouquet of sunshine goodness.)

And this is what you get when you don’t put them on the mantle:

(A bouquet of poor, decapitated flowers.)

“What?  It’s not my fault you left them where I could reach them with my teeny little teeth-of-death.”

I saved the flower heads and floated them in giant green margarita glasses.  I would say I learned my lesson, but I’m not quite that smart.  Plus I always think she has reformed her ways.

[Now: a pop quiz.  How many homework assignments am I putting off by writing this post?]