Happy Valentine's Day

This past week I've been doing the 12 Days till Valentines for John. Each day, he has gotten a small gift with a short poem that starts out like, "On the 10th day till Valentine's Day, your true love give to you. . . ". Kind of cheesy, but he has seemed to enjoy it. And I have enjoyed thinking and planning and being secretive about it. I let Abby in on it, and she LOVES wrapping small gifts and hiding them in dad's car. Very exciting for a 7-year-old.

So today, being the 5th day till Valentine's, my plan was to give him 5 flowers. I have NEVER given John flowers, and I don't think he's ever received them from anyone else. So I thought he might enjoy finding a vase of 5 big Gerber daisies on his desk at work. Really, who wouldn't enjoy flowers, right?

WRONG!

This afternoon John called CRACKING UP that someone had just delivered flowers to his office. Not just flowers, but pink flowers with a big purple ribbon on it. His boy secretary and boy boss were teasing him that he'd lost his manhood. I laughed myself to tears listening to all the razzing he was getting at work.

Tonight when John returned home, he walked in the door with the vase of flowers and pretended that he had bought them for me--of course I went along with it and told him what a thoughtful guy he was.

He's a good sport, but he felt a little silly receiving pink flowers. I'm trying to laugh at myself instead of feeling dumb about it. I feel like I need to come up with five masculine items to redeem myself before the night is over.

Note to self: John is a man. He doesn't like getting flowers. Flowers are for girls.