Friday, February 14, 2014
Well if youíre not reading this till Saturday morning, and your wifeís looking at you a little funny; let me let you in on a little secret. Hoss, you messed up again, you went and forgot about Valentines Day! Thatís right it was Friday! And sheís got a whole year not to forget about it. Oh she might not say anything to you, but youíll be the only one, because trust me, sheís gonna tell everybody else. ďYouíre not going to believe what he DID AGAIN.Ē And whatís going to make it real bad is if she has left you multiple hints the last few days. Like asking you what you want to do Friday, like go out to supper, or maybe do something special? Isnít me being off this weekend special enough?
No, because you were off last weekend. Letís face it guys, females get in to this sort of thing. And asking her to pull your finger is not the same thing as asking her to hold your hand. Me, I couldnít take a hint if you hit me in the head with it. So I do the next best thing: I tell my girls. If anything special is coming up, I remind them to remind ME, starting two weeks in advance. Birthdays, Valentine Day, any kind of day that ends in Day. Letís face it, my schedule is so full, itís easy for me to forget stuff like that. What with the all the plowing and fence mending, ok, the clothes washing and vacuuming I have to do.
I set it up like that years ago when they were little. You know how little kids like to be all grownup and help out around the house with important stuff. I told them that they had a real important job, donít let Daddy forget Mommaís birthday, you know how hard I work, and things just slip my mind. Which was the truth, sorta. The truth was I got in trouble big time one year, and Mel has never let me forget it. One year I went to town, got her a nice birthday present, wrapped it up, and when she got home I announced, because I was so proud of myself, ďHappy BirthdayĒ! Thatís when she gave me her look, all wives have one, and you guys know what I mean. And just as sweetly as she could she replied, ďThank you, I appreciate it, but my birthday was two weeks agoĒ.
Oh boy, talk about stepping in to it with both feet. But thatís all she said, but it was enough. I canít imagine what she said to herself about me for those two weeks, just knowing I had forgot about it. But she never said a word, itís funny now, but trust me I felt like a dog for a couple weeks. So from then on I made myself notes, told Momma donít let me forget, and anything else I could think of, but that wasnít gonna happen again.
But Valentines Dayís different; we really donít have an excuse. Between TV, Facebook, and just walking in the grocery store, thereís plenty to remind us. Even the hard to remember guys like me. Trust me flowers work, thatís your best bet. Or at least thatís what the guy says on TV. Iíve been seeing the last couple years something about an ice cream Valentines cake that they will ship to you, but something about shipping ice cream doesnít make sense to me. Then thereís candy, which is great, except I wind up eating half of it, which I donít need.
But as I was writing this I got to remembering something I gave Mel years go, which she still has around here somewhere. We had just been dating a couple months, and I know itís kind of corny, but itís a wooden heart. I was driving a forklift at the mill and I picked up a broken piece of 2x4, and I guess I just kind of started whittling on it. Every chance I got I cut on it a little, and before I knew it I had a heart cut out. Then just to add a little more flash, I put RB+MG. It was Valentines Day; I guess thatís what made me do it to start with, so along with the goodies I gave her that chunk of 2x4.
And all these years later, she still has it. Happy Valentineís Day.
You can reach Robbin Bruce by e-mail at Robbinbruce@yahoo.com.
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