I have both been given and given flowers to/from the SO and both directions seemed to go over well. But we haven't in a long while, mostly because they're so damned expensive!

I had a boyfriend who didn't believe in flowers for "occasions", but would buy them for me randomly. I remember once, I opened my door and thrust a trash bag at him and said "can you throw this out", only to realize that he was standing there with a dozen roses. For a random tuesday.

What with Jason being A. very allergic and B. colorblind, flowers are not a gift given or gotten around here. He had flowers sent to my office when he was away on Valentine's Day this year, which was a lovely surprise, but that was a one-off. He gives wonderful and thoughtful gifts all the time, though, so no flowers is nothing. I miss having green things in the house, but we have a whole front and backyard.

Yay for no freaking out! Yay for completion of grading!

Boo on flowers on the first date unless you know the other party actually likes receiving cut flowers. I like living plants, and find it upsetting to have to toss out dead flowers that remind me of a certain guy. Like throwing away the date. Seems like bad juju to me. At least one date i ended up leaving the gifted flower in the guy's car. My Dad used to randomly bring home a single rose for my stepmom and then count how many days each one lasted, like it was some kind of prophetic indicator of the future of their relationship. Which ended not well.

I love getting flowers. For almost any reason, from just about anyone. Flowers, yay!

(Of course, that's my reaction to being given cupcakes, books, hats, shoes, jewelry ... okay, fine. My reaction is Presents, yay!)

I'd rather have cut flowers than the responsibility of trying to keep a live plant...alive. The gift becomes a burden, bringing with it a sense of failure and shame.

Nope, already dead flowers, please, colorful and fragrant, and guilt-free.

than the responsibility of trying to keep a live plant...alive. The gift becomes a burden, bringing with it a sense of failure and shame.

I am currently losing a lovely bamboo that between my letting the water go and Puppycat trying to be helpful is just not going to make it. It was a gift over a decade ago from an aunt and uncle and I feel I should call them to confess.

That said, I've loved it and kept it going in two states. So it was a fantastic gift because they knew I'd like it. I just felt a stab of guilt when I read this.

I need to step up and get rid of it tomorrow. It was all pretty and five curly stalks and three of them are absolutely dead and I guess I shouldn't wait for all of them because this is a mercy thing. If plants have feelings. Or I want to end my guilt trip.

I am Bev in this, especially since I have far less talent with plants than she.

My mom is coming over to help me pack, so I have to mom-proof the house. Won't take much but needs to be done. The ABF guy called earlier and the CUBES* WILL LAND at about 9:30. So I need to move my car, too.

If I pack my printer in the box it came in, foam and all, can I put it in the cube? Space in the car is at a premium. I actually made a diagram last night of where everything will go.

* I am determined to only use one, but reserved two because they only had two left for today and I only pay for what I use.

Good luck today, smonster! I'm gonna go to your place today at lunchtime to throw the breakers and then back tomorrow evening to check on it being done and turn on the A/C.

Flowers- Tom sent a beautiful sweet arrangement to my office for our first month anniversary, Cinco de Juno. However, he admitted later that he panicked because he forgot it was an monthiversary. Silly, I didn't care. I did like getting flowers at work though, made me think of him.

After we moved to Salem and had a farm share, the second summer, Tom decided to sign up for the flower share, so he could give me flowers every week, flowers he picked! Aw. However, he got bee stung a lot that summer.

I sent him a flower arrangement on Leap Day 2008 as the "first" anniversary of my proposing to him.

And he's occasionally brought home flowers when I am feeling blue. Not since we've moved to New Orleans though, which is fine, 'cause I'm a lot less blue here.

I keep him.

I love flowers. I've received them from guys in whom I had no interest, but never from guys I was seeing/into. Weird. Anyway, these days I either cut some from my garden or pick up a bouquet from Trader Joes. So there are almost always flowers somewhere in my home.