Quote Originally Posted by KukriKhan View Post
I haven't received a Valentine since age 7, when Margaret Conway gave me one, and cried that I hadn't given her one (nobody had 'splained Val Day to me).

I have learned that the women I've been "with" (married, or girlfriend) expected something on Valentine's Day. A card, at minimum. I've forgotten a few times, and they've gotten a little pouty for a day or two - so I've learned to pay more attention.

Ms. K gets a nice card with her morning coffee, and a pajama-gram later, if the Post Office comes through.
After-Action Report: We don't usually 'do' Valentine's Day stuff other than a card. But this year, I'd won a few bucks on the Superbowl, so had some discretionary funds. Had the usual greeting card sitting by her coffee cup (also a 'funny' one from the cat, to her). "Oh, but I didn't get one for you. I was gonna...". "Don't give it another thought, Sweetie", sez I, "I knows ya luffs me. 'Sides, it's kinda a girlie sorta holiday, right?". "Okay".

Missus K is a dear, gentle soul, automatically given to cheerfulness and compassion. She also has an abiding sense of 'even-ness', developed over years of raising 2 boys, and making sure that each got their own (of anything) in equal measure. So, even though she said "Okay.", I could see the fair-play wheel starting to spin in her adorable li'l head.

I went to work. She had the day off. About 1400 a txt msg arrives: "Home @ 4?". "No, 3 rtes 2day. Hm @ 6", I txt back. Twenty minutes later, another txt msg: "Guess wut UPS dropped off? Jammy-gram!!!". I respond: "LOL.LUV U" .

Cut to 1730. I finished up more quickly than I'd thought at work, and pulled into the driveway at home, only to see my Darlin' rushing toward her little car. "Six O'Clock, you said!" as she backs out and takes off, "Go clean up. I'll be right back." I shower, wondering 'what the...?'. She returns promptly at 1755, bag and bottle in hand.

"Sit", she orders, while laying out

Seafood Portofino & stuffed mushrooms, while uncorking a nice little Chianti. <---Kukri's fav meal.

She'd planned out and timed with precision this whole dinner affair (only to have my work schedule mess it up). She later explained that she'd hoped to meet me at the door with a cold can of beer, wearing the (flimsey) robe I'd got her from PajamaGram, and usher me into dinner.

Heck, she could'a handed me a can of corned beef hash, and I'd have appreciated it just as much.

I sure love that girl. Have no idea what she sees in me; but I'm grateful she hasn't kicked me out yet.

And that was my Valentine's Day, 2009.