The note card that accompanied the two dozen beautiful pink and white roses read,
I had these flowers murdered for you to show how much I love you.
I sensed he had a little more up his sleeve last night when he raced home from work around 6:30 so we could actually eke out some semblance of a Valentine’s Day together. So I ran out to grab some wine, poured us each a glass, put the crazy, overtired kids to sleep around 8…
and promptly fell asleep next to them.
So now I’m in the doghouse. But at least it smells like roses in here.
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Hope your partners hate you less than mine hates me right now.