A few years ago I made a major faux pau. I had been out of town on business and in the rush to make it home on Valentine's Day I forgot "the stuff" until I was almost home. I made a quick u-turn and headed back to the nearest store but to my alarm, they had no Valentine cards. So it was back in the truck and to the next store.....still no cards.....back in the truck and twelve miles back to Wal-Mart. To my utter amazement, the only cards they had were "To My Favorite Sister". Not only did they not have cards, but there were no roses...indeed no flowers of any kind. I was a dead man. I thought quickly and snatched one of the sister cards thinking I can scribble through sister part and make a little joke....problem solved. So there I was, standing in line with the lame card and a pot of basil from the garden shop. I tentatively headed home.Women can get away with crap like that. My wife said one of her girlfriends forgot her boyfriend on Valentine's Day so when he came in, she was sittin' buck naked on the couch with a six-pack of beer and she was pouring Bosco all over herself. The boyfriend thought it was the greatest gift in the world.
My wife on the other hand was not amused at my oversight. While she didn't say anything, I could see the hurt in her eyes. As luck would have it, she had scurried around all day buying aged steaks, French bread, red wine, scented candles and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. I managed to get through that night, but I told myself that never again would I let that happen. And I haven't.
A few days ago, I went to Barnes & Noble and bought a killer Victorian Valentine card and a box of Godiva chocolates. I also made arrangements with a local beauty shop for my wife to have a manicure and pedicure. I did good. But I did stop at that same Wal-Mart to pick up a bottle of
It's like I always say "every day's a school day." Happy Valentine Day.
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