Friday, February 20, 2009


During the REAL Valentine's Day, I was in Chicago and the one time I called Peter on Valentine's Day, I spent the whole time moaning and whining about people I thought didn't like me. And Peter was all, "I haven't heard from you in almost two days and the SECOND you get me on the phone you just want to whine to me? Who cares if people don't like you? You're being such a BABY!"

I gathered myself, but in my head, I was thinking, "But I was saving all this jumbled mess of my collected insecurities FOR YOU!"

The fact is, husbands are there to assure us that, no, we are not being crazy when we think people are being mean to us and no, we are in fact, extremely lovely and lovable and wonderful.

That's okay, because I got that from Jim a little later that evening, during which time he said, "Your husband called you a baby? My girlfriend would NEVER speak to me again if I said that."

My reply was (in Peter's defense), "Well, I actually am a baby a lot."

Anyway, during that Valentine's Day conversation, Peter said, "You know, I was going to spend a ton of money to get a plane ticket and surprise you in Chicago, but I'm glad I didn't!"

Later, he explained that he thought about whether I would rather see him on Valentine's Day in Chicago or get a really expensive present and he decided that I would rather get the expensive present. I had a suspicion of what it was when he picked me up in the Honda Element to go pick up the present... because it was THIS!


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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