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It was a colleague's birthday and she received a bouquet of flowers from her hubby amidst some oohs-and-aahs from the office.

It is really kinda sweet considering that they have been married for over 10 years, have 2 kids and she's in her early 30s, despite her fierce objections to ribbing that "she didnt know", "hubby didnt want to carry the flowers when meeting her", and "house got nobody to receive the flowers"...

So i went home and nudge-nudge-wink-wink at hubby and told him about my colleague getting flowers from HER HUBBY.

He was a little shell shocked cos I was (and still am) never much into such gestures...

and the last time I received flowers from him was a single carnation on Mother's Day this year.

All he could managed was an open mouthed "Or..." and uneasy side glances at me.

Kekeke.

The carnation was perfect. Birthday Bouquets unnecessary. But it is really alright to let him sweat a little, some times.

;)

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