It's the little things.
I'm not kidding.
Every year on Valentine's Day and Mother's Day, I feel a little bit irate at how the shops jack up the prices of their flowers. I have informed my husband that I do not enjoy flowers that cost three to five times what they would normally cost. Such flowers bring me no pleasure. I say, "Get me a dozen roses on a random, unexpected day, when they are $12 a dozen at the grocery store. This will earn you many, many points. Do not get me flowers on a day when they are $30-$50 a dozen. I will be mad."
The net effect of my having made this statement is that I receive flowers neither on random days, nor on days when they are prohibitively priced. If I have fresh flowers, I generally buy them for myself, on sale. This is not the end of the world, and I am happy to say that I have never been yelled at (or even criticized) for buying myself flowers. There seems to be some sort of understanding that my husband and I share concerning these things.
However, today being Valentine's Day, a.k.a. The Day of the Rose, he pulled a creative stunt. Knowing that I would not be pleased with a pricey bouquet, he went to the Dollar Store and bought me a $1 cluster of fake roses:
Happy Valentine's Day to my valentine, and yours, and God bless us everyone.