If you've been reading for a while, you'll know that the husband sends flowers when he has done something...ummm...insensitive. Yeah, that's a good word for it. I hate the flowers he sends. They are always ugly and contain roses WHICH I DETEST and I think that flowers don't count as an apology unless you have picked them out yourself. In my strange little pin head world, apology flowers have to be picked out by and hand delivered by, complete with hanging head and sincere hand written note of apology written from the depths of remorse by the committer of the "insensitivity." Therefore in my pin head world, the husband has never actually apologized to me.
Anyways, about three flower deliveries back the delivery guy showed up with some flowers in a really gorgeous vase. I liked the vase a lot. It totally matched my glass tile backsplash, and truthfully, I am not a decorator - the vase and the backsplash were probably the only two items around here that matched! Anyways, a few days later when I successfully killed and disposed of the ugly flowers, I stashed the vase. The next time the husband did something...insensitive, he sent flowers in the identical vase. I thought, "OK, like I need two of these?" And after I killed those flowers I asked one of my kids to stash the vase for me.
The third time flowers showed up in that same looking vase, I just threw the vase away. I had killed the flowers long ago. The vase had been sitting around the kitchen, it was in the way, I was too lazy to go into the basement, which I have a secret fear of, and who needs three matching vases, right?
The other day the husband came to me to ask where the beautiful vase was. I told him that two were in the basement and that I had thrown the third one away. He shook his head "No", I put my hands on my hips and replied with attitude "Did you look in the basement?" Then he told me that there was only ever one, kind of expensive, vase and that he kept bringing it back to the florist to be refilled.