Last night

FIN [approximately ten minutes after returning from the supermarket]: Oh, I got you flowers, by the way. They're on the kitchen table.

ME: Oh! Thanks!

F: They're carnations.

ME: Great! Thanks!

F: Do you like carnations?

ME: Yeah, they're my favourite! [They're not, but he is, so.]

F: They're my favourite too.

ME: Oh, really?

F: Yeah.

[Pause]

F: They're really cheap.


So I guess romance isn't dead after all.

[EDITED TO ADD: If getting out of bed in the wee hours of the morning  - twice - to take your dog and her upset tummy outside, while your wife dozes blissfully on, isn't romance, then I don't know what is. Fin, I take back every word.]

{Image by Tim Walker via Lotte & Bloom's fantastical Pinterest}