Oh No its valentines day
The Dreaded Valentines Day
Oh Valentine’s Day. A downfall for men. I’ve been married since the day man walked on the moon. You do the math. Each February, I ask her the same question as around Christmas”: What would you like for a present. Each year, it’s the same answer. “ Nothing,” or “anything.”
I dare any man who’s married or has a serious relationship with a sweetheart to get her nothing. That could lead to a bona fide catastrophe. In the comic section of the Duluth paper February 12th, was a perfect example of “get her whatever thing.” The cartoon is on page 2, called “Daddy’s home”. Instead of the usual diamond shaped hearts or chocolate or fancy gift, Daddy buys her a little something that the house needs anyway: a toilet seat.
I say “way to go.” It’s practical. It’s Inexpensive and from the looks of it, very comfortable too.
But guys, I have a secret. And a real gem. My wife truthfully does not care if it is expensive. She doesn’t care if I get her anything. She is very fiscal. She’d settle for a hug.
But, I do always plan get her something. It’s a type of a history lesson I learned back in high school when we first dated. Apparently, she thought we had a date on Valentines night, one that I didn’t know about. That still is a contention that seems to come up about every February 12th. So, to be very safe, I make sure something is wrapped in pretty colors and presented to her on Valentine’s Day.
This year, it’s a nail file. It’s real nice. Picked it up at the ABC store in Waikiki in January and saved for Valentine’s Day. The cost: 59 cents plus tax. Practical, Hawaiian, nice memory, and it’s washable. Good luck guys.
