Pink Taz

I read a post last week at Big Mama's blog about gift giving on Valentine's Day and it made my mind wonder back a few years (cue the music) and remember the gift that Husband gave me the first Valentine's we were officially a couple.

The year was 1995. I was in the 11th grade and was a whole 2 months older than my also 11th grade boyfriend (whom I now lovingly refer to as Husband because he is none other than my Husband).

Yes, high school sweethearts (you all have permission to sigh longingly).

Anyway, Husband and I had only been dating a few months (2 1/2 months to be exact) and I was eagerly anticipating a wonderfully romantic Valentine's Day gift.

Forget the fact that Husband was a macho football player at the time and wouldn't dare do anything to jeopardize that macho standing with his high school buddies. I knew deep down in my 17 year old heart that romantic juices were flowing in him.

The day came and I watched as friend after friend, acquaintence after acquaintence went to pick up their surprises from the office or library. I waited anxiously for the note that gave my teacher permission to send me to pick up my treasures.

Finally, the note came and I was excused to retrieve all that was filling my thoughts with happiness (or so I thought).

As I made my way into the library, I saw hordes and hordes of lovely flowers and such. I made my way from table to table searching for that bouquet that I could call mine.

And then I found it...and what had been in my mind for days wasn't sitting before me.

Instead, I had what looked like these (a pair of them to be exact) but not of the wearing kind. No sir, they were of the helium kind, balloon that is.

They were floating around the library for all the world to see.

But, wait, there is more.

They were accompanied by none other than this, the tasmanian devil (of the helium variety of course).

Nothing says romance and I love you like a pair of pink boots and the tasmanian devil, don't you think?

What did I do, you ask?

I did what any girl who loved her man would do, I picked up my goodies and proceeded back to class and later spit out many words to Husband that made him realize that tasmanian devil and love aren't normally in the same sentence.

He's learned since then, but we remind each other yearly how pink needs to be in the form of flowers and not boots.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! May your day be filled with much love (and hopefully not helium in the form of boots or tasmanian devils!)