Thursday evening I came home and there was a mason jar of flowers on my vanity.
The note underneath it said, A tribute to your heritage [big smiley face] Viva Scotland.
Here’s what he said to me about the flowers when he came home:
“I’ve been looking and looking for some wildflowers to pick for you and today I some in the field that I knew were the ones that I wanted to give you. They remind me of you.”
So, here’s a link to a picture of the flowers that so lovingly remind him of me:
Lovely, aren’t they?
Did you notice the thorns all over the stems and all over the leaves??? Oh, and the pretty purple flowers, too?
If he had said, I thought these flowers were interesting, or, I thought you might like to see these flowers, or, these flowers made me think of the Scottish Thistle, well, then, mabye it would be different.
“They remind me of you.”
So, how passive aggressive is that???