Forgive the smarmy, meaningless-to-anyone-but-me post that is about to ensure--I claim newlywed status.
It seems that Spike and I got off on a good foot as a married couple. After our "honeymoon" (Saturday and Sunday at home), we each went back to the real world--Spike to his career course classes and me to copywriting from my home office. At the end of the day, Spike bought me some lovely yellow daisies--and surprised me with them while I was in the midst of baking him chocolate chip cookies.
It was kinda sorta like "The Gift of the Magi," except without the tragic no-hair no-watch twist at the end. Instead, there were flowers and baked goods. Huzzah! For us, it seems, the stereotypes are true: Girls love flowers, and the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
|Pretty flowers make a happy wife. (And apparently, tasty cookies make a happy husband.)|