Every once in a while, when I want to cause trouble--which isn't too often (although you might want to ask Tommy about that) I start singing "You don't bring me flowers anymore" by Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand. Usually Tommy just laughs at me and offers to pick me a bunch of flowers on the side of the road which is fine with me. I prefer it to him spending big bucks on a dozen long stemmed roses anyway.
"But they were on sale, I had to get them!" he told me. Oh, bother! What was I to do?
The Abby/Julie (of Wooly Acres fame) friendship rose garden (which incidentally has more than just roses in it. I'll tell you why some other time) was already crowded but gosh-darn-it I found space once I yanked out some invasive daisies and other weeds which always manage to pop up when I'm not looking. It obviously had been a while since i looked! So, Tommy's trouble-making was neutralized once more and now I'll have more roses. YAY!