“I’m going to the grocery store, need anything?” my husband asked, grabbing his keys and heading for the door.
“No, I don’t need anything..I just got back from the grocery store! What do YOU need?” I wondered aloud.
But I already knew..
after all it was February 13th.
“Just so you’re aware honey,” I helpfully offered following him out to the porch, “Hallmark cards are buy one, get one free at Publix this week but you need a coupon..they’re attached to the wall, right at the top- you kind of have to look for them..but please don’t waste that coupon on a Valentine’s Day card.. I don’t want one- really…I’m not even kidding!”
And so they begin to blossom: the annual Valentine’s Day inner conflicts.
On the one hand, it’s always nice to receive a card..on the other hand they are just WAY too expensive..it’s silly, it’s wasteful..those $6 cards make me so mad! For that amount of money you could buy a box of chocolates.
“Oh yeah..” I suddenly remembered, “Russell Stover chocolates are buy one, get one free too hon’. They’re in that big bin right by the customer service desk. They have the ones with the fruit centers that I hate and the ones with caramel and nuts that I love…but please, please don’t get me chocolates, I swear I’ll eat them all in one sitting and feel bad about myself for days- really, don’t get chocolates..I’m not even kidding..”
“..and don’t get those overpriced, long stemmed red roses either” I called out as he unlocked his car, “the ones in that gorgeous, amazing smelling display by the bakery with the champagne, balloons and teddy bears.. don’t waste your money on any of that stuff..I just gave a bunch of teddy bears away to Goodwill last year and those grocery store roses don’t always open up fully anyway– and that just makes me so sad when they hang their little un-bloomed heads down and croak, it really does.”
He smiled and waved as he rolled out of the driveway.
I know…I KNOW!
It’s hard to be a guy, I get it!
But hey, I think it’s much harder being a woman keeping the man she loves out of all those Valentine’s Day traps.