i hate to put two rock star steter stories on my blog in a row (I’ve worked so hard to paint him as Teth Seter, the pitchfork/power tool-weilding villian, afterall) but ’tis that time of the year.
knowing my aversion to flowers, (shut up — they’re so expensive and they die and you can’t even eat them and feel good about it later…) i mean, knowing what a crazy bitch i am, steter left a pot of (plantable!) hydrangeas in the Honda on our anniversary. these were the flowers in our wedding. he also threw in a handful of mini-sunflowers ‘to take inside work and show off that it’s your anniversary.’
there was a card that joked about losing steam whilst making out.
in other words, it was perfect little touch.
good work, steter. it ain’t easy making this one feel girly.
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