We're never really sure how we're going to celebrate Valentine's Day. Some years my husband goes all out. Others, we could end up at McDonald's. But there is one constant. I will always get candy.
Why? All because of our first year of marriage.
The first year we were married, I was home alone when the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it and there was a dude with a box of long-stemmed red roses.
My husband came home from work a few hours later, expecting hugs and kiss, and instead he found a sobbing bride. He was shocked. What is wrong?
I looked at him with tear-filled eyes and said, You think I'm fat.
How do you get that from roses?
Roses aren't candy. If you thought I was the right weight, you would have bought me candy.
That was the moment my husband realized I was insane. And lucky for him because by the time I realized I wanted to be a writer and began writing in earnest and the real craziness began, he was ready!
So every year I get a box of candy and dinner out...proof he believes it's okay for me to pack in the calories! LOL
What about you? Does your husband have a go-to gift? Or do you have a funny Valentine's Day story?