I have to be honest, when it comes to husbands I’m pretty lucky. Sure I bust his balls all the time as I drag him with me on my journey into the green, but he’s definitely a good egg. Early on when we were still dating he bought me flowers and had them delivered to me at my apartment. I think it was a summer bouquet, because I remember the sunflowers; but more importantly I remember the tulips and the “two-lips” jokes we made for weeks after. Sure lots of guys send flowers when they fuck up, but this one only sends me flowers for no reason; what a jerk, right?
The point is my guy sends me flowers….a lot.
I already had a ton of vases before we met, got another bunch when we registered to get married and now have another shit-ton from my own personal FTD man (let’s call him husband). My home was starting to look like a florist’s safe house.
Well, green-old-me wasn’t going to just toss all these vases so I found a great new home for them…my local hospital. Call ahead to yours and make sure they accept donated vases, although it’s hard to believe that any wouldn’t. Some hospitals even have flower programs for patients that don’t get any visitors which I think is awesome. Or if you want to get an “in” with your local florist, donate them to your local flower shop so they can use them again. These are a great couple of ways to pass on the happy, clean out your house and keep recycling.
And personal FTD man, if you’re reading this (you’d better be). Next time when you send me flowers skip the vase option and instead go up a size in the arrangement. There may be grateful “tulips” already waiting for you at home.
