We got a ton of flowers from Eric's florist friend this weekend: two dozen roses and a dozen lilies, too old to sell but too good to discard. They are lovely, but they reached their prime around noon today. Tonight the roses are splayed open and the lilies are beginning to droop, and both are starting to smell a little cloying.
Right now we also happen to have a bowl full of vinegar and rocks nearby to facilitate the creation of popcorn rocks. When Eric came in for a beer earlier and said the kitchen smelled like a funeral home-scented douche, I could not argue. I will still keep the flowers one more day because they're pretty.