Hardly a surprise, as today is Valentine's Day.
For me, being in love drives me completely nuts. I am so in love with the husband that I want so much to swallow him alive so that he will live within me. But I can't, obviously. He's much too big and I would be too full by the time I chow down one of his smooth, lovely arms.
My insanity aside, I remember how mummy used to tell me that daily displays of affection between people in love and among family members are good for health and the relationship. I've taken her advice to heart, and would wake the husband every morning with loud, sucking kisses all over his face until he swats me away. I would also pounce on him with suffocating bear-hugs when he least expects it because, surely, everyone loves surprises, right?
Anyway, the husband's Valentine's Day gift to me is slightly delayed. Erm, by two weeks at least. The gift had to be shipped from the US and there was some sort of problem with the delivery arrangements, so said the good man.
He cannot keep surprises and have been giggling to himself all week whenever he looks at me. "Do you want to know what your gift is?" he would ask me on and off, and I would always scream, "NO! DON'T TELL ME!"
Still, he would involuntarily leak little hints every other day, enough for me to piece something together. By today, I've figured out that the gift is a cuteness-overload Shaun the Sheep soft toy which I can take to bed. Hah!
The husband isn't too happy as a result. But I can't help being so smart!
Although I have nothing from the husband today, I will not end Valentine's Day empty-handed. A friend from the trade whom I interviewed over lunch today presented me a huge bouquet of over 30 red and white roses.
It's absolutely beautiful. And must be so expensive! The husband loved it a lot too, and have found a nice spot in the house for it.
"Thank your friend for me," he chuckled. "He saved me from having to buy you flowers!"
Cheeky! But I'll forgive him because of Shaun the Sheep.
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