Yesterday morning I went to pick up some mid-week groceries. You know, the kind that doesn't really fall under the: "OH MY, we have nothing to eat at home", but does fall under: "Are we out of milk and eggs already?". So at the entrance to the store there were buckets and buckets of flowers. They weren't my favorite kinds (not Hydrangeas, or Peonies or other such varieties), but still, they were so abundant, singing to me as I entered the store. I could feel my mouth watering and I kept picking up packs of them and putting them back in the buckets, dreaming of combinations. Finally I forced myself to move on and I packed my cart with the items I came for.
At the cash register things were going slow. Very slow. Yep, about five minutes into the wait I grabbed my bag, left my cart in line and dashed over to those buckets. I had already figured out combinations, so I knew exactly which packs to grab. Dripping water I ran back to my cart at the line just in time to unload and pay.
I got home and spent the next half hour putzing with the flowers. I love putzing, especially with flowers. These are a few of them.
The tulips went in the bathroom.
You would think that's the end of the story but here's the catch... I've been ridden with guilt about having spent all this money on flowers. Did I really need them? In less than a week they'll be gone anyway. And why did I buy more than one pack? On and on.
So what do you think? Wasteful or not?
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