Stuff Larry Says Saturday

This Saturday, I can't make fun of my husband. I have to kind of say nice things about him.

We've been married nearly 28 years. It took me 26 years to come to terms with the fact that Larry doesn't do special occasions well. I could write a book about that, or at least a few blog posts. He's completely forgotten some occasions, and on others he's clearly run into an all-night drug store and frantically purchased the first thing he saw. On still other occasions, his gifts have been just ....

Anyway, on Valentine's Day this year, he had the day off. I came home to dinner, all cooked by him: Prime Rib, roasted potatoes and asparagus, chocolate dipped strawberries. He was so very proud of his gift: instead of taking what he called the "lazy route" and ordering flowers, he bought me one single, perfect rose encased in gold, no less. I felt pretty slack -- my gift was a 6 pack of beer. (fancy beer, but still).

Truth be told, I really wasn't in the best of moods that day. I've been stressed out for multiple reasons, the weather was lousy, and I was even annoyed at the high-fat meal that appeared three days into my latest attempt to go on yet another diet. But yet, after all these years, I have a hubby who went to all that trouble for Valentine's day.

So, yeah. I did OK in the husband department. But he still says funny stuff.