Yesterday was our first married Valentines day, so I decided to make hubby a steak and lobster dinner, topped off with a bottle of his favorite wine. I bought everything on Sunday, and told him what he had to look forward to. It was then that he reminded me that he had some corporate types visiting from out of town and would have to wine and dine them at dinner on Valentines day. I was *THE* understanding wife about the whole thing, even though secretly I hoped that the corporate types would burn their tounges on their dinner for taking The Hubs away from me on this special day.

I decided that since he probably wouldn't be home until late I'd forgo the makeup and hair and put on my sweats after my shower. I also had a GREAT BIG sandwich that included lots of smelly ingredients (like onions) at about 4:30.

I got a call at 5:10 pm from The Hubs. "Don't eat", he said, "I'm almost home and I'm starving. Let's eat!"

Apparently the corporate types felt bad about scheduling a dinner on Valentines day so told him that they'd have dinner without him and sent him home.

So, there I was, 5 minutes until The Hubs was due home, looking like a slob, had onion breath (that a bottle of listerine would never cure) and I was full. I decided to pretend that I hadn't eaten because I didn't want him to feel bad about the last minute notice.

Three bites into the meal I had to confess because I thought I'd burst.

How romantic.... Sweats, onion breath, no makeup and bed head. Hopefully, he was blinded by the extra lobster on his plate.