I get home, where the house husband decided that while he does not buy the groceries, he is not opposed to helping put them away. He notices the flowers and says nothing. About 5 minutes later (I've since lost track of the house husband whereabouts) there is a knock at our door. I go and answer it, and the house husband has stolen my flowers and is standing there holding them. In a grand gesture he offers them to me, his semi-stunned wife.
I overlooked the fact that I'd bought them for myself.
It was kind of sweet.
I look a little stunned, no?

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