A book lasts longer than a dozen roses.

My huzzy-bunz is amazing. I got a package in the mail today and it was a book from my favorite author that daddy-man ordered for me. Some girls get flowers (which I love, don't get me wrong), but my man buys me books. Now every time I read it, or rearrange the book self, (which happens a lot, I love organizing the Terry Pratchett books whether it be alphabetical or chronological or according to the characters, who knows I get weird ideas) I will think of that cute man. Plus I don't have to feel guilty for throwing away some dead flowers, or try to hang them to dry (which I can't stand) and let them gather dust. Unless he gives me alive flowers, I really like that too.