So, on Valentine's Day eve, I would suggest that you don't rant on to your husband about how Valentine's Day is a total waste of time and money and frankly if anyone ever wanted to spend $40 on flowers how you'd much rather they took that money and bought you a couple of tea-camellias, or maybe three blueberry bushes.
Because when you wake up in the morning and find flowers, a card and a chocolate breakfast in your favorite Shelly teacups, not only are you are going to look deeply, deeply ungrateful, but there is also nothing you can say or do to save the situation.
It is a good thing that my husband enjoys laughing at my discomfort and loves me to bits in equal measure.
Yeah. He's a lucky man.
:)
And I am without doubt, the luckiest girl in the world as well.
Love you, my sweet, and thanks. I never, ever expected such a lovely, wonderful, beautiful surprise (obviously!)
