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?]