Love Don’t Cost a Thing


“Eric, the tulips are beautiful, but we are on a budget.”

“But I like to bring you flowers.  I want you to know I love you.”

“I do know you love me.  I would feel even more loved if I wasn’t stressed about the budget.  Maybe just cut back on the flowers?’

“You are not like other women, you know…”

“I’m sorry, honey.  I know.  But I love you.”

“Hrmph.”

Soooooo, instead of letting this hurt his feelings, what does my husband do?   This is what I saw when I came home from work that day.

I know, you don’t even have to tell me.

I don’t deserve him.

But I sure plan to keep him!

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11 Responses to “Love Don’t Cost a Thing”
  1. Pamela says:

    Ha, he got me. After reading this blog, Eric ran straight out and bought tulips. Red, with yellow centers. Gorgeous. He’s forgiven for the indulgence🙂

  2. Christina says:

    That is pretty precious. Josh brings me pepperoni!

    • Pamela says:

      I love food. Eric brings me sugar free “heath bars” (choc covered toffee). As long as they know the way to our hearts. Of course, pepperoni says something about yours, crazy lady!

  3. Eric says:

    There was an opening because Pamela said “cut back on”
    That very clearly means, Dont eliminate… just reduce..🙂

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