A few years ago I bought a Gerber daisy plant. It doesn't flower too much anymore, and when it does the girl usually rips it from the plant before it's even remotely ready to be picked. Then she makes me put it in a vase for all to see and I'm forced to pretend to be excited about the floral abortion sitting on the dinner table.
Anyway, by some stroke of luck, the little guy above managed to avoid the girl. When I finally spotted it, it was fully opened and tall enough to put into a bit of water. All in all, a fairly nice way to welcome spring.
Oh, and no snide remarks from the peanut gallery about how my "vase" is actually a shot glass.