My husband is the best. He has never, ever forgotten a birthday, holiday or anniversary and I don't even remind him. He's just good that way.
Because he usually plans the dates, I try to plan something extra special for Valentine's Day. I've planned lobster dinners for two (served in the bedroom), nights away, you know, the usual.
Once, way, way back in the day I wrapped myself up like a present. We must have been broke that year.
This year I planned a trip to The Jazz Kitchen a place we've never been but we like jazz and the menu looked good.
I spent 5 hours getting ready. I had hair, nails, face all done by someone other than me (or my daughters). Oh, and I bought a new dress. My kids didn't recognize me! I guess I turned out o.k. because my husband said I was smokin' HOT!
He wasn't joking either. At 2:30 a.m. I woke up with a raging fever and a throat that felt like I had swallowed ground glass.
Dx: streptococcal pharyngitis
What a difference a day makes. I don't look one bit smokin' hot anymore but he's still the best. Pudding cups and antibiotics brought by loving hands are romantic too.