I like to think that Valentine's day is not just for lovers. I always get my son something that he would like to have on that day. Also, remember the parents.
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They're actually meant to be eaten--well, except for the fake foliage, of course.
I got a chuckle from the tag line they'd come up with for a card to go with them:
Hey, baby, what's shakin'?
I just want you to know
I love you more than bacon.
If nothing dramatically improves by tomorrow, he can fry his own bleeping pancakes.
Flowers are always good, and 1 for each year is perfect. We're going on 23 - time flies when you're raising children.
Once you get past 30 yrs and the kids start moving back home, it can make Valentines Day a new experience.That's for sure Holly. The last ten years have gone by in a blur. Kids put your life into fast forward mode.
Oh boy... you make these and I'LL find you some stems. And then I will marry you.
Oh please God no! No kids moving back home! I'll do an 18 year tour of duty with each, that's plenty.Once you get past 30 yrs and the kids start moving back home, it can make Valentines Day a new experience.
LOL - that tall guy's always getting into trouble!If nothing dramatically improves by tomorrow, he can fry his own bleeping pancakes.
..I have solemnly sworn to NEVER EVER wear my Cupid costume again...
The wings for that costume must be massive!!..I have solemnly sworn to NEVER EVER wear my Cupid costume again...
Don't be giving away their bedroom stuff. Just sayinOh please God no! No kids moving back home! I'll do an 18 year tour of duty with each, that's plenty.
We'll just sell the house and move into an RV and drive off when they start flying back.Don't be giving away their bedroom stuff. Just sayin
One year about five years ago, my wife had flowers delivered to ME at my job for Valentine's Day...now I work with a bunch of super type-A guys and girls. Our ultimate idea of ribbing is the worst possible thing you can think of to associate with one's mother, very high brow..lol...so, with that in mind, this delivery guy comes bouncing into our office area escorted by one of the front desk guys who is already smiling from ear to ear. I'm typing at the time, I look up, the delivery guy places this lovely bouquet of a dozen red roses on my desk. I mutter thanks, don't even bother giving him a tip because I know my life is pretty much going to end in the next five minutes. The bullpen gets eerily quiet as word travels through our office area with the speed of a well aimed sniper shot. I look across the cubicle area at my co-worker/best friend, who has stopped typing and is just staring at me with the strangest expression on his face, half smile, half sneer. He stares at the flowers then back at me, then back at the flowers a few times. He then quietly stands up, I stand up at the same time to try and intercept him, but he's always been faster than me, he bolts to our supv's office and slams the door in my face. I turn around and notice most everyone is wondering what the hell is going on at by this point and I notice that some of them have wandered past my desk and noticed the bouquet of roses sitting there. I don't remember much about the next few days, there were memos attached to my desk questioning my sexuality, there were post it notes wanting to know if my boyfriend and I were serious. I told my wife that night if she wanted to have me killed there were easier ways to do it...lolI got my hubby some cologne. He knows about it though, because he was with me and there is only one store here that carries it and that's pretty much the only reason we ever go to that particular store, is when he's out of it. But the kids picked out a Valentine for him and I have my card for him too and I am going to slip them into his lunch box tomorrow morning so he finds them there at break time. I think he'll love that, AND it will be fodder for some ribbing from the other guys at work!
Very sweet Tina! I never figure out the perfect gift.I got my hubby some cologne. He knows about it though, because he was with me and there is only one store here that carries it and that's pretty much the only reason we ever go to that particular store, is when he's out of it. But the kids picked out a Valentine for him and I have my card for him too and I am going to slip them into his lunch box tomorrow morning so he finds them there at break time. I think he'll love that, AND it will be fodder for some ribbing from the other guys at work!
Remember, no forwarding address either.We'll just sell the house and move into an RV and drive off when they start flying back.
Oh, my husband is a mechanic/welder on all the huge equipment at a coal mine...they're all rough-talkin', s**t-givin' bunch of fools (I say lovingly)...so when I find a chance to contribute to the fun, you better believe I take it!!One year about five years ago, my wife had flowers delivered to ME at my job for Valentine's Day...now I work with a bunch of super type-A guys and girls. Our ultimate idea of ribbing is the worst possible thing you can think of to associate with one's mother, very high brow..lol...so, with that in mind, this delivery guy comes bouncing into our office area escorted by one of the front desk guys who is already smiling from ear to ear. I'm typing at the time, I look up, the delivery guy places this lovely bouquet of a dozen red roses on my desk. I mutter thanks, don't even bother giving him a tip because I know my life is pretty much going to end in the next five minutes. The bullpen gets eerily quiet as word travels through our office area with the speed of a well aimed sniper shot. I look across the cubicle area at my co-worker/best friend, who has stopped typing and is just staring at me with the strangest expression on his face, half smile, half sneer. He stares at the flowers then back at me, then back at the flowers a few times. He then quietly stands up, I stand up at the same time to try and intercept him, but he's always been faster than me, he bolts to our supv's office and slams the door in my face. I turn around and notice most everyone is wondering what the hell is going on at by this point and I notice that some of them have wandered past my desk and noticed the bouquet of roses sitting there. I don't remember much about the next few days, there were memos attached to my desk questioning my sexuality, there were post it notes wanting to know if my boyfriend and I were serious. I told my wife that night if she wanted to have me killed there were easier ways to do it...lol
My hubby says when the kids move out, we're selling the house, buying an RV, and then just spend our time going from kid's house to kid's house, parking in their driveways for months at a time. Kids, we're home!!!We'll just sell the house and move into an RV and drive off when they start flying back.
That does sound like a plan!My hubby says when the kids move out, we're selling the house, buying an RV, and then just spend our time going from kid's house to kid's house, parking in their driveways for months at a time. Kids, we're home!!!
My wife got a lot of mileage out of that little trick. She became an instant celebrity with my co-workers at any social gathering and they still give me crap about it.....Oh, my husband is a mechanic/welder on all the huge equipment at a coal mine...they're all rough-talkin', s**t-givin' bunch of fools (I say lovingly)...so when I find a chance to contribute to the fun, you better believe I take it!!