Before Valentine's Day we had a one-sentence conversation to the effect that neither of us was expecting anything for the day. We celebrate plenty, but VD doesn't mean anything to us.
On the morning, DH presents me with a bunch of cut flowers. (Not a lovely bunch of flowers, fwiw - a "11pm at Sainsbo's" sort of bunch that looked like it'd been in a fight.) I say thank you. Later that day he asks me what I think of them, and I remind him about the time 2/3 years ago when I told him that I'm really not a fan of cut flowers. He said he remembered this. I jokingly list a few other things I do like if he is ever short of inspiration - it was something like instant coffee, Lego, garden plants, a nice card, slobbery dogs, terrariums, curry... so jokey but also quite honest. I'm generally easy to please.
Yet later he comes in and asks me to remind him about the things I'd listed earlier. At this point I actually feel hurt. I expect my husband of a decade plus to have a rough sense of things his wife likes/enjoys without a list given twice over. (To add, when it's for me to buy him something it's done very well - I generally keep a list of stuff he mentions during the year so that come birthday or xmas time I can "surprise" him with the thing he's inevitably forgotten he'd seen/wanted.)
No financial issues, not that that should matter here - but it's not a case of a supermarket bouquet of flowers being the only option.
It turned into a (minor) argument. AIBU? I think the "give me a list" thing took it from thoughtless to quite hurtful.