Maggie loves flowers. Actually, I like flowers too. But Maggie really likes to get flowers. More specifically, Maggie really likes to get flowers from me. OK, even more specifically, Maggie really likes to get flowers from me when it’s my idea. Pretty basic stuff, but I can be a slow learner.

Anyway, over at rednoW, Gabe has a really nice little story about giving his wife flowers.

So, I bought Brooke flowers today. This meant I had to ride my bike to the grocery store, and then to her school. And then I had to stand there for ten minutes, waiting for the bell to ring, talking to the security guard. He kept mentioning how I was making everyone look bad. Every other guy in the building had to buy flowers now. I wanted to ask him if all the guys in the building were exclusively dating/married to women in the building, because otherwise, I don’t think it would really matter. I don’t think that guy’s girlfriend is going to complain to him tonight, saying she heard someone brought flowers to the school. But instead, I just stood there and chuckled nervously. I looked up at the clock. Five more minutes.

You really need to read the rest of this. It will take you three minutes. Those of us married guys especially should read it. Thanks Gabe! Read the rest here.