Yum ... A Post Valentine's Day Report

Many women complain about their male significant others when it comes to Valentine's Day. Not me. Nod is a gem when it comes to this.

Now, for days I've been racking my brain what to get my husband for Valentine's Day. Wasn't going to Hallmark to get some plush bear holding a heart. We have enough clutter in our home without adding more that proclaim love and affection.

But nothing was coming to mind. That is, nothing short of winning the lottery.

And it got worse when a red rose bud surrounded by baby's breath in a pretty vase arrived on the 13th. Aaargh. Here I am, the day before and nothing purchased.

And so the whole Eve of Valentine's passed without finding anything.

For Pete's Sake. And yet I could not bring myself to just purchase ANY-meaningless-thing!

To my relief, there was nothing on the table when I came downstairs on Valentine's morning. Good. The flower arrangement was it. So I don't have to feel SO guilty. And I still have the afternoon to shop.

But you KNOW that still nothing was found. Poooor pitiful me.

So when Nod came home for work, I was just about in tears, feeling like the lowest of the low. Nothing for my husband! What kind of woman am I? (no ... don't answer that!)

Nod was fine with it, shushing my lament.

Then he said, "well, I don't know if this will make it better or worse ..." as he pulled a gift bag out of the closet.

Instantly I felt worse. What a CAD I am!

But when I unwrapped the package, all the aforementioned was instantly forgotten.

I had a box of Schwartz' Chocolate Covered Marshmallows.

Nod had to call twice to order this - the first time he realized that he didn't have his credit card. But he did talk to Stan's mom. She kinda, almost complained about the number of calls that they had gotten after their appearence on the Food Network's Unwrapped program. Then Nod called back later and got Stan on the phone.

In typical Nod fashion, he had trouble remembering Doug's name or my blogger name. That Nod. But he's always been that way. (I could always tell when he had forgotten the name of someone we ran into - he wouldn't introduce me.)

YUM. Mine, all mine!