My Romeo

John called from work on Monday and said, "I just wanted to know if I am allowed to get something for you for Valentine's Day."  (We discuss expenditures) 

I reply that, no, he cannot. 

He replied with his laughter, "Why can't I be like a normal husband and get you flowers or something like most husbands can do?" 

So, if you've been around this blog for a while you know I don't like for him to get me flowers.  I mean, I love flowers, but to spend money on something that I'm going to throw away in a few days seems so wasteful.  If he wants to spend money on something he could bring me a bouquet of the expensive shampoo that does miracles for my hair but I can't bring myself to buy.   I would melt over that.  Or, my other gifts of preference - fix something around the house!  Those shelves that are falling down in the garage?  He could fix those, and that would really rock my world! 

Don't worry, I did remind him of those options.  I told him that someday when we have so much money we aren't counting it, he can spend whatever he wants.

So, remember I made these?  Well, John just hung them up on our kitchen chairs on Monday night.  (I'm a little behind I know!!)  He also has been stuffing them.  (He's Romeo the elf, remember?) 

Yesterday, Everett had a little note left for him in my envelope (I forgot I have to make him an envelope!!),



Everett - You poop and pee and toot a lot.  You also burp and spit-up too much.  Despite these shortcomings, when I look into your eyes I just melt.  Love Romeo xox

 Then, this morning I opened the fridge and I found these:

Later I looked in my envelope, and he had a note with a clue of a drawing of the fridge to look there. 

See?  He doesn't need to buy me presents.  He usually knows the way to my heart, (except when he thinks it's through a saxaphone concert...)