So I’m sure you’ve all been waiting with bated breath to see what my husband got me for Valentine’s Day. I mean, c’mon, it’s a special day, right? And he’s learned.
He knows not to do flowers. The cats jump up on the counters and eat them. Every time. And I’m only into really good chocolate, but he doesn’t know what that is, so he avoids pretty much all chocolate. I don’t really do cards, so he no longer sends me cards. And thankfully, he never thought lingerie made for a good Valentine’s Day gift.
Instead, here’s what he got:
What, you don’t think the basket full of plastic sticks is a good gift?
Oh. Yeah. Only the sticks are left. We ummm (and by “we” I mean my husband and the wee ones AND me but mostly the wee ones, in particular Mister Man) sorta ate it all already.
Originally it was a fruit bouquet. It had lots of chocolate dipped strawberries (yum yum yum yum!). And heart and flower shaped pineapples. And cute little grapes that look like ferns. Or something. Did I mention the chocolate dipped strawberries?
Yeah, sorry I didn’t get a picture before it all disappeared, but I promise to try harder next year. Yeah, I know. I’m presumptuous, aren’t I?
So what did you get?