Say it with flowers

I sent my wife flowers at work today.
No special occasion. And no, I haven't done anything wrong and don't feel guilty about anything.
I know guys who will send flowers to their wives with the same reasoning as the current administration's views on invading other countries -- as a pre-emptive strike against possible problems somewhere down the line.
That strategy doesn't work in marriage either.
Everyone once in a while, I just send my wife flowers.
I'm a swell guy.
But there is no such thing in this world as a pure motive. I know that a few pistils and stamens go a long way in the whole "Keeping the romance alive'' thing.
The tricky part of the whole flower thing is when it comes to dictating the card of sweet nothings over the phone to the gal or guy at the flower shop. First thing is making sure your co-workers don't hear you breaking out into high-flown poetical rhapsodies.
But if you want your sweet nothings to have a little naughty kick to them, a touch of the bawdy, you really have to put aside any feelings of embarrassment and just soldier on through it.
Luckily, that's not a problem for me.
Let's just hope Sue doesn't read the card out loud to her co-workers.