Sunday, February 09, 2014

love, Sober Husband style

"I'm going to Texas," the Sober Husband, who travels a lot for work nowadays, informed me.  "On February 14th."

I looked at him.  "Do you know what day that is?" I asked sternly.

He gave me his best Bambi-caught-in-the-headlights look, with long, fluttering eyelashes over beseeching eyes.  I stared stonily.

Eventually a child broke the silence.  "It's Valentine's Day, duh!" said the child contemptuously to her father.

"And I guess we're not doing anything for it," I said.