I hate to brag fellas but Valentines Day isn’t a chore of a day for me. I don’t have to shop around for the perfect gift. I don’t have to make dinner reservations at a trendy little bistro. I don’t even have to buy flowers (although I do). The First Lady is the perfect wife to have on many days, but she likes to raise the bar a little on this most corporate of days. Let me explain how my Valentine makes it so easy for me.
While most dudes have already sweated out their decision on purchasing over priced items to buy for their sweethearts, my wife informed me a few days ago of our Valentines Day plans. The First Lady was flipping through the paper and made the sudden realization that the NBA All Star Saturday festivities were scheduled to be on Valentines Day. Instead of me trying to weasel my way out of some dinner plans (sounds like something from a beer commercial) the First Lady informed me that she would like to spend our Valentines Day in front of the tube watching TNT’s (minus Sir Charles) coverage of the festivities.
Halajeuha, praise the Lord. Isn’t she great? What on earth have I done to deserve such a perfect sporting wife? No expectations of the “perfect”gift and no expectations of going out for dinner. Her only expectation is for me to bake panzerottis and that we watch NBA All Star Saturday. How can one man (in this case ME) be so lucky?
This is just another wee example that makes her so special. Thank you First Lady for being my Valentine.