Diane enjoys some sledding in our front yard.
I hate cards.
I'm sorry, but it's true.
Don't get me wrong I think they are funny, cute, and at times very appropriate. But in my house, my mother, she hated cards, and now, all four her sons, well, we hate cards. As you can guess this usually gets us in trouble around holiday times. I am notorious for getting my wife a killer gift and no card. Does she remember the killer gift? nope, just the poor card or lack all together of card selection. Now all that being said I should point out that I choose the vast majority of cards that Diane buys for her family and others. So if my wife gives you a card and it was funny, yeah thank me.
Anyway, today is valentines day, and being smooth like butter, despite my better judgment, I got my wife a card. I signed it and I put in on the seat of her car last night. This morning she gave me a kiss and left. I was in the bed room above the garage. I heard her get into her car. I heard her say, "shit!" I heard her get out of her car and run back into the house. She ran up stairs the bedroom where I was and she gave me a big kiss. "sorry babe. forgot today was valentines day. thanks for the card."
hmmm. extra kisses? maybe this card thing isn't so bad.
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