Hubby’s birthday is February 18th, so we usually manage to combine Valentine’s Day and his birthday. (Hey, if I get screwed every year because my birthday is close to or ON Mother’s Day, it’s fair as far as I’m concerned.)
He gets off easy with me.
Um, I didn’t mean like THAT. (Yes, I write hot stuff, but don’t assume everything I say is dirty…just most of it.)
I’m not a jewelry or flowers or candy kind of girl. I do like gadgets (we’re giving ourselves a Kindle this year to go with our Sony e-reader) but actually, I don’t expect anything on V-day except a card.
My husband, unlike many men, is king of picking cards guaranteed to make me cry my eyes out (happy tears). He takes his time, spends a long time finding just the right one, and it’s always great.
We’re not rich, but we spent a LOT of our early years where all we could afford to give each other was a card. He’s an eloquent man, but he always outdoes himself with the cards.
Frankly, I’ll take that over any present any day of the week.
(Is it any wonder I call him “The World’s Best Husband™” and get inspiration to write the stuff I do?)