For yesterday, I mean.
The husband got me the most perfect present yesterday. Diamonds? Flowers? A new basement? you might ask.
Nope.
A card with a purportedly flea-ridden dog on it, and a snickers bar.
You might think I’m joking about liking the present, but I really do. It fills me with giggles. The husband caught me in the kitchen, laughing all by myself – and I had to admit I was laughing about the snickers bar.
Because, well, I didn’t get the husband anything for valentine’s day. I had meant to cut out a paper heart and write a heart-felt ‘roses are red’ poem for him (with a monkey in it somewhere), but then I got sick and didn’t feel like it. So – that means we’ll be sharing the valentines snickers bar.
(Word of caution: men, most women are not nearly so non-romantic and anti-sentimental as myself. Stick to flowers, jewelry, fancy dinners, and valentine-themed chocolates.)