My husband is not a romantic in the traditional sense. He wont be spelling out my name in rose petals on our bed (which don't do because it stains...or so I am told) anytime soon. I don't really get flowers (though boy when we were dating I did...miss those days...well, the flower part). There are no spontaneous poems. There is no coming home to romantic meal for two that he cooked (the man burns soup). And this Valentine's day I will get a card. We wont be going out, in fact, I believe we are getting the heart shaped pizza from Papa John's because we find it amusing. No flowers, no chocolate, no romantic getaway, no lingerie (seriously men, don't do this), no jewelry (though my husband is good with this...all mine comes in a little blue box). And I could care less. Why you ask? I could care less because everyday my husband gives me a Valentine. He does it by going to work. He works at a job that enables me to only work part time and not only work part time, but work part time at … [Read more...]