Valentine’s Day: Who needs Jewels when You have a Romantic Man?
I’m always taken back by a lot of the hullabaloo that goes on with Valentine’s Day. Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers as much as the next gal but I don’t feel that if I don’t get them on Valentines I am unloved. Same with chocolates, by the way.
This year Valentines day happened to be a day we had a parent/teacher set of conferences to go to for our younger son in the early evening hours. Now I suppose we could have been sophisticated and scheduled a late dinner but we both had to get up the next day and with the demands of family and jobs, didn’t want to be out till midnight.
It seems like everyday mundane experiences are a real romance killer.
Or are they?
Well after the teacher’s conference we decide to go out and have dinner at the ‘not too great but always open’ Village Inn. Well, one modest dinner later, we are about to go when my husband get’s a light in his eye and says he’ll win me the best Valentine’s day present ever!
Seems like this Village Inn has one of those ‘see if you can fish it out’ claw type devices. You know the ones sure to take your money because they have developed product placement in those boxes into an art form.
So my husband goes at it. First he tries to win me a Nascar pillow (I am no Nascar fan but it seemed like the most likely item to win) and failing that he goes for a lavender colored bear wearing a tutu.
Well he didn’t win that either and a couple dollars lighter in his pants pockets, gives up. So did I end up empty handed this Valentines day? NO WAY. You should have heard us giggling and laughing away as my husband tried to master the claw. Man against machine with machine having the clear upper hand. A night of delightful laughter is better than a dozen roses any day.
And there were no dinner dishes to clean.
Yep, about as good as it gets. Another set of precious memories to add to my scrapbook of life.
Nancy