My honey is essentially like Mr. Magoo. You know the adorable older man who's nearsighted nature and inability to admit to any issue often lands him in comical situations. In a nut shell, this is my darling man. He may not be nearsighted nor a retiree. but his vision struggles enough and there are those forgetful moments that are so much funnier when blamed on getting older... at least when you are young.
At times it is incredibly frustrating that he manages to grasp so much and so little in the same swoop, but its also incredibly endearing when he is so delightfully clueless.
So I've been simmering all week on what to do for him this Valentine's Day. There was a brief thought of decorating our lingering Christmas tree with hearts, half because it would be funny and half because it might spur my honey to actually take it to the dump. I don't find the last one likely, but I mean Valentine's trees are totally a thing, right? If not they should be. We could decorate with hearts and tiny champagne bottles, string them with lingerie, and add boxes of chocolate strawberries beneath it.
This needs to be a thing!
Anyway I was contemplating what to do for my honey, and then he locked himself out of the house.
For the tenth time.
Unfortunately, I had already left for work and he had to walk a mile to my parent's house, dog in tow, in the pouring rain.
For the fourth time.
My mother called and after she stopped laughing hysterically at the sight of him and the dog soaking wet in the foyer waiting for the spare key and a ride home, she informed me again that we really needed to get a keyless entry. I was starting to agree, seeing as how I have yet to lock myself out of the house and had already placed a key hook right next to the front door, but yet he still managed to make this happen more than once.
And then he went and did it again.
Luckily, I was home this time and was able to let him back in to snag his keys and be on his way. Also it wasn't raining so there was no pitiful sight to behold as I opened the door in my bathrobe.
After getting to work today I sent him the following:
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Dear sweet forgetful Mr. Magoo
for this Valentine's Day,
a front door keyless entry
is my loving gift to you.
He did not seem to find this as amusing as I did, seeing as how he didn't respond the rest of the day. Some people may take that as a sign they aren't that funny. I, however, am hilarious. He just has a tough time laughing at himself, or admitting that there is anything wrong.
But I bet you know what he's getting for Valentine's!
Happy Valentine's Day to all of you! XO!
Celebrating all that we raise, sip, guzzle, clink, drinks and most affectionately cheers with!