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August 18, 2012

Mike Pound: Wedding scramble becomes anniversary tradition

It’s Friday as I type this, which means in a few hours I will know if I made the right choice.

For the past 21 years, on our anniversary, I have purchased my wife one dozen pink roses. I do that because I purchased her pink roses when we got married in Key West, Fla.

I remember it like it was 21 years ago. There we were lounging around the swimming pool at our Key West hotel a few hours before we got married.

It was a low-key wedding.

Anyway, we were lounging around the pool when I asked myself what, at the time, I figured was a minor question.

“Should I get her some flowers for the wedding?”

If it had been possible for myself to reach outside my head and smack me with a two-by-four, myself should have done so. Instead what I said was, “No, why would you think you need flowers at a wedding?”

Then myself screamed, “YOU MORON!!! OF COURSE YOU NEED TO GET FLOWERS. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”

I hopped in the rental car and drove till I came to first florist shop I could find. Then I got out of the car and ran into the shop.

“WHATKINDOFFLOWERSDOYOUHAVETHATICANPAYFORANDTAKEWITHMERIGHT NOW?”

“What?” the flower lady said.

“WHAT KIND OF FLOWERS DO YOU HAVE THAT I CAN PAY FOR AND TAKE WITH ME?” I said, slowing down just a bit.

Turns out the lady had some beautiful pink roses ready to go so I paid for them, ran back to the rental car and drove back to the hotel.

“Where did you go?” my wife to be said.

“Nowhere,” I said.

If you are keeping score, technically that was not the first lie of our marriage because we weren’t married at the time.

Believe it or not, my wife loved the pink roses when I presented them to her shortly before we got married and she went on and on about how thoughtful I was.

“It was nothing,” I said to my wife, which probably was one of the most truthful things I had ever said in my life.

Since that day I have made a point to purchase my wife one dozen pink roses for our anniversary.

Well, that’s not true. I have tried to make it a point to buy my wife pink roses but I have a problem with colors and I occasionally find myself wondering, “Wait, were the roses pink or yellow?”

When that happens I dig out the wedding album and look at the picture of the roses.

“There were pink,” I say. “I knew that.”

But there were years when I would forget to pull out the wedding album before going to the flower shop and I would have to guess what colors the roses were. Most of the time I would guess correctly but not always.

One year I gave my wife the roses and she said, “They’re beautiful ... why are they yellow?”

On Thursday I went to the flower store to order the roses. I told the nice lady that I needed a dozen pink roses and then I told her the story about my color confusion.  She thought my confusion was funny. So did I. See, I can laugh about it now because, after all these years, my rose color confusion is behind me.

I told the nice lady that I would pick up the pink roses sometime Friday afternoon and then I drove home. When I got home I ran inside, pulled out the wedding album and looked at the picture of the roses.

“They were pink,” I said. “I knew that.”

Which was probably one of the most untruthful thing I have ever said in my life.

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