Hubby: "Oh, yeah. Happy Valentine's day. Hope you have a good day."
Me: "Thanks. You too."
No card. No gift. Nada, nothing, zilch. I was the first to say it. I reminded him about the day. And I am the one who doesn't even like this so-called holiday!
Valentine's day . . . a few hours later
I received a sweet email at work. And a phone call at lunch. And a text on my way to pick up the girls asking if I wanted to order Chinese take-out that he would pick up on the way home. It's the little things that matter.
Valentine's day evening
Hubby: "I want to give the girls their Valentine's day gifts."
Roses are red Violets are blue I could care less about all of it too.
I'm not a big fan of this so-called love-fest holiday. I mean, I'm all about love and candy and flowers, but why wait for a cold, dreary day in February? Every day should be Valentine's day! I guess I'd rather receive a surprise bouquet of flowers any other day of the year -- but preferably not roses. I know, I know. I sound like I'm quite particular about this holiday that I don't even want to celebrate.
I mentioned to my hubby when we were perusing the aisles at Target over the weekend that we should meander over to the card section to pick out a card for each other. Then we could share it to save the couple extra bucks on a wasted card that gets shoved in a stack of mementos waiting years and years to be savored again.
Needless to say, he didn't go for it. You see, my hubby actually likes Valentine's day. Maybe it's h…
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