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.)