Me: You know, Valentine’s Day is coming up in a couple of weeks…
DH: (silence, crickets chirping in the background)
Me: I just want you to know, I don’t want anything.
DH: Is this a trap?
Me: No, just a card…only don’t get me one with naked backsides on it like you did at Christmas.
DH: Okaaay. This will come back to haunt me, you know.
You’d think he’d be happy not to be schlepping to the grocery for a last minute pickup of wilted roses and picked-over cards…the Valentine equivalent of being the last kid chosen for a game of dodgeball. This is the same man who will walk in the door in the evening, take one look at my face and say ‘What did I do?’
DH is convinced that women live longer simply because we wear our men out by constantly keeping them in fear of doing or saying the thing that will set. us. off. Silly man! I get my kicks by rearranging the kitchen cabinets then sitting back to watch him try to find stuff…big fun!
So, what did we do for Valentine’s Day? DH and Co-Def #1 are at a basketball game while #2 and I are at home enjoying the testosterone-free environment while it lasts. I got a swell card from the kids and a naked-backsides-free card from DH, bless his heart. My Mom brought the kids a yummy heart-shaped cake…
I keep telling them she wasn’t this nice when I was a kid, but they don’t believe me. Who knew Grandmas could be so…conniving?
I did get myself something for the big day…no, not chocolates, although the thought occurred.
This one, like the one I married, is a keeper.
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all!