I was listening to the radio on the way to work this morning and the topic was Valentines Day Fails.
I was laughing at many stories of a woman who got new tires from her husband for the car they share, or a girl who received a teddy bear that said "Sh** Bitch, You fine."
It made me think of my own Valentines Day fail.
About four years ago, My husband (then boyfriend) and I decided not to get Valentines day presents for each other. That day, he had to work and I didn't, so I went to go get a full set of nails done with my friend. He happened to call me while getting them done and here's how our conversation went.
"Hey babe- what are you doing?"- Dean
"oh nothing...just getting a little surpriiiiise"- Me
So completely forgetting about Valentines day- I knew that my husband loved when I had my nails freshly done and he liked me to scratch his back with my fresh new nails. So the plan was- I would come home, and rub/scratch his back- just simply because he liked it.
But instead when I came home, I walked into the kitchen to see a HUGE bouquet of flowers, my favorite chocolates, and a huge teddy bear- and my husband standing there saying " Happy Valentines Day, Beautiful!"
He then turned to me and said, "where's my surprise?"
and I instantly started to feel really small.
All I could do is hold up my hands, giggle and say "I got my nails done."