just send me strawberries, please.
so my husband brings home a 5 pound bouquet of berries for me, instead of a dozen roses. he gets me. he gets my love for practical gifts. (and strawberries.) sometimes he brings a block of good cheese, a box of my fave cereal, a carton of something organic and yummy, some amazing-looking romaine lettuce, a box of oranges, or something else as exciting. groceries make incredible gifts, right? not that you'd catch me being ungrateful for flowers.
thank you, grant. i love you for all the little things you do. i love you for gifting groceries. i love you for letting me read @bluthquotes twitter feed to you over the phone. i love you for sharing the sink with me while we brush our teeth, instead of taking turns. i love you for telling me when my nose is bleeding. i love you for being into whatever i'm into. i love you for being serious in public and crazy when you're home with me. the crazy that makes me laugh my real laugh. i love you for taking care of me and the babes. i'm sure he/she says thank you for the berries, too.
ps. the doris day shout out in the title is for you. my old movie friends. you know who you are.