02/15/2007: "I'm a bad bad girl"

Ok, but it wasn't exactly my fault, I just want to start out by saying that. It wasn't my fault in a way that I'm having a hard time figuring out, but the fact is that it couldn't really be my fault, because... well, it couldn't.

See, it turns out I'm not a very good wife. At least in the romance sense. Because Dave kicked my ass in the Valentine's Day department.

First off, he ordered half a case of super special grape juice from Navarro winery. This stuff makes Martinelli's sparkling apple cider look like gas station sludge (and I like Martinelli's sparkling apple cider). My aunt lives near the winery and brought a bottle for Christmas since I can't have wine and it was fantastic - not wine-like, but the best grape juice you can imagine. Real grape juice, like from real grapes and not from Welch's. Anyway, you can't get it in stores, you have to go to the winery or mail order it and Dave mail ordered a bunch for me. So sweet! And he ordered it on Tuesday and it showed up on Wednesday so I have only nice things to say about their delivery too!

Then - and here's where I really fell down on the job - I didn't plan a damn thing for dinner. In my defense, we had decided last week that since Wednesdays are my late days at school I would actually make our fancy pants gourmet duck dinner on Sunday when I have sufficient time to prep (I'd do it Saturday, but we're having a 4D ultrasound on Saturday and about 8 people are coming with us so we're going to have dinner with them). But honestly, it wasn't one of my smoother moves not to plan anything for dinner on Valentine's Day. So at 5:30 pm Dave went to Raley's to pick up steaks and potatoes and salad. I know! I'm not a good person! I could have stopped at the store on the way home from work, but instead I sent Dave out at the last possible minute. And I don't actually feel quite as bad as I'm making it seem!

And then he brought home a balloon for me! A heart shaped balloon that wishes me a happy Valentine's Day and also assures me that I'm "hot". I think the balloon hasn't taken such a close look at me these days because even to a balloon, my belly cannot be said to be exactly "hot", but I appreciate the sentiment. The balloon has been a positive lure to the cats and a positive source of intese nerves to the dog so it's been entertaining for everyone.

To top it all off, because I wasn't feeling like a bad enough wife for totally blowing off the Wednesday Valentine's vibe, Dave actually bought me a present (I know! The nerve!). I've been watching Lydia Bastianich's new coooking series on PBS the last few weeks and pining for her third cookbook, so not only did Dave buy it for me, but he bought me Marcella Hazan's "Essentials of Italian Cooking". Hmmm... now that I think about it, perhaps this was a hint for me to start planning Valentine's dinners...

In any case, I was completely surprised and totally embarrassed because... you know. Empty handed. We usually don't make a big deal about Valentine's day. Before my dad died it was his birthday so I've always sort of thought of Valentine's Day as... nothing particularly special for me. It was always my Dad's day and that was fine. I'm not in the habit of having my act together for romance, I always had to have birthday wrapping paper, not hearts and flowers.

But that is a relatively lame excuse because I knew it was coming and my Dad's not here anymore, so basically I'm just lazy. And I sort of thought we were pushing everything off to the weekend so I could be lazy for a few more days. And I got caught out.

And I would feel worse about it than I actually do but... it was so nice to be spoiled that I don't really want to spoil it by kvetching. I figure it's enough to own up to being not so on-the-ball and waving my "My husband is so wonderful" flag. And he is, you know.

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on Thursday, February 15th, Barb said

Way to go Dave!

on Wednesday, February 21st, Jeannie said

Your husband is awesome. I had plans to for Valentine's Day to make my husband swoon, too. But the night before, he brought me a heart-shaped box of chocolates. And after eating a handful of them I promptly began another round of stomach flu. All. Through. Valentine's. Day. This has been the worst winter ever healthwise. We live in a plague house. I kid you not. :(

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