I haven’t gotten a Valentine’s present since we got married. Back in 1985. Last night, I’m looking at the CostCo website (I hate to window shop, but I can look at stuff online for hours) and they’ve got three dozen long stemmed red roses and a vase for sixty bucks (includes shipping and handling). He says that I can go ahead and order them. I do. I ask “what do you want on the card?” since he’s not going to be here, he’s going to the world’s largest farm show up in Tulare next week.
“Having a great time. Wish you were here. Not.”
He’s such a romantic.
I ordered them.