Ya’ll are too smart for me.
Driving home from church yesterday, we passed a street vendor selling flowers and unique floral arrangements. I handed 50 pesos (5 US dollars) to my son and told him to hop out and pick something nice for the house. That prompted a protest from my hubby, “No way. If anyone is going to buy you flowers, it’s going to be me“. (So I’m thinking my discreet manipulation worked, eh?).
Then he gives me 10 pesos change. Forty pesos! That is how much the roses cost! I can get used to this. Viva Mexico.
With prices that good, I better invest in a vase. They do, however, still look lovely in the plastic juice pitcher I temporarily put them in.