Hide and Seek Valentine


After 30 years of marriage, you wouldn't think I would hold out much hope that my husband would remember Valentine's Day and get me a gift. Still, eternal optimist that I am, I kept my fingers crossed for something small and shiny, or at least medium-sized and chocolaty, or possibly large and flowery.

It's not unthinkable that he would forget Valentine's Day since he doesn't watch much TV or go into the card stores regularly and therefore would miss the barrage of reminders. But I was pretty sure that 30 years of me dropping subtle hints in the weeks before Valentine's Day would have given him the idea that there was something important he needed to do on Feb. 14. Something that did not involve getting the oil changed in the car or replacing the batteries in the smoke detector.

"So, big day coming up, huh?" I teased.

"What?" he wondered.

"You know."

"I do?"


"I think you do," I replied.

"I don't think so?" he said.

"So, you didn't get anything?"

"For what?"


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