Romance

After Rapejoke Sunday (new regular feature? could be funzies!), we could use a palette cleanser.

Let's talk about romance. I thought I got PHubby the best Valentine ever (I can't tell you about it because I'm writing about it before I give it to him), but he made me three e-cards that are all even better than the one card that cost money.

Also, he never told me you can make free e-cards of your very own on someecards. Apparently, he did it for the first time for Mother's Day and told me about it. Somehow I wasn't listening, and I'm pretty sure that's because he's always trying to tell me stuff when I'm purposely tuning him out.

Lately, he's been texting more than he used to. His favorite text shtick is "I love you more than ..."

So far, he loves me more than fat kids love insulin, more than midgets love Baby Gap, and more than Todd Palin loves happy endings.

And now this ...







Click here for other PHubby-created cards. (Why didn't he tell me about this back when I was fiddling with the site that doesn't have free stuff?)

So, anyway, I recently told my mother about the blog. Again, sorry, mom. PHubby didn't want me to post his cards because he was worried about you reading them and thinking ill of him.

For readers, here's a little story about my mother's best friend:

When I was pregnant, my friends and family members threw one big baby shower, which was really convenient and it was in a nice little restaurant close to my parents' house. Everything was pretty and sweet. I mean, really, the salad had strawberries in it. How quaint, right?

One of my friends had two cakes made (one for each baby in my uterus) that looked like little knit baby sweaters, which was extra super cute because BFF's mom knitted baby sweaters for the twins. Just a sweet, classy day.

At the end of the shower, PHubby showed up to help us load the gifts and his gigantic wife into the car. Some guests had already left, but many were still mingling, enjoying drinks or oohing and aahing over the baby gifts.

PHubby quietly walked in the door to the room and was spotted by Mom's friend, who in front of PHubby's mother immediately said, "Hey! I know you! You're the one who left it in too long."

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. Go forth and multiply or, if you're alone, keep a lid on the weeping so the rest of us can enjoy our chocolates and sex. No matter what the singles say, or what the bitter ex-singles who still hate Valentine's Day say, Valentine's Day is super special except when you have your period.