Poor Neil

Poor Neil is sick. Poor Neil is sick on Valentine's Day. Poor Neil spent part of his day at the doctor's office, part of his day finishing up a work project, and the last part of his day in bed, where he is now. This all really translates to poor me... just kidding... sort of :) Actually by a lucky twist of fate we had already exchanged gifts yesterday and when Neil stopped at the pharmacy he picked me up roses and chocolates, what a thoughtful hubby! I do have to lay the smack on a certain grocery store's fresh flowers. This store's name could rhyme with Frogers but start with a k. About 20 minutes after putting the roses in a vase with water all the rose heads were hanging down limply on the verge of death. Never in my life have I seen such a quick flower demise. I filled the bath tub with cold water and ice and put the roses in over night to try to revive them, this trick has worked before so we shall see tomorrow if the roses are blooming. I had better go check on my sick hubby now, happy VDay to all!