“Don’t bother getting me flowers or candy on Valentine’s Day,” I said to Husband-Head. “I don’t need them.”
Husband-Head just looked at me.
“I wasn’t planning to,” he admitted. “I was just going to give you a kiss on your forehead.” Every girl’s dream…
Last year, he came home with flowers, chocolates and a little mylar balloon that said, “I love you.”
The flowers eventually died, Husband-Head ate all the chocolates himself, but the damn balloon is still going strong and won’t seem to deflate..
“I can’t believe that thing is still inflated,” Husband-Head said, staring at it. “It’s now lasted for a year! It’s like the evil ‘I love you’ balloon…”
Most people go out to restaurants and have a fancy dinner on Valentine’s Day. But I like to cook at home.
“What do you want me to make?” I asked Husband-Head. “I’ll make whatever you want.”
“Macaroni and cheese,” he answered immediately.
That was NOT the item I was thinking of to celebrate a romantic holiday.
“Are you sure you don’t want a BLT?” I suggested, thinking maybe it was a step up from Mac & Cheese.
“OK, that would work, too,” he answered.
So much for the prime rib dinner…
I suggested we watch a nice, romantic movie like “Sleepless in Seattle” or “The Notebook.”
“Nope,” he disagreed. “Let’s watch football re-runs.”
I could tell this Valentine’s Day was turning into a disaster.
“Why don’t we just have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and then I’ll go to bed and you can stay up and watch football stuff…” I proposed.
“OK,” he agreed.
But it’s OVER!” I said, clapping my hands and jumping up and down.
But before the Super Bowl, we had to watch the Groundhog Day prediction, which is another of Husband-Head’s favorite holidays.
“I’m Punxsutawney Paul!’ he proclaimed. “I went out to the front lawn and I didn’t see my shadow, so we’ll have an early spring!”
Good Lord, now we have to go through his most favorite holiday next month — St. Patrick’s Day…
Heidi Rice is editor and publisher of The Cow Pie Courier. Her column appears every month.