Love is… Sufficiently Lowly-Set Expectations
Yesterday was St. Valentine’s Day. Joy & I hadn’t talked at all about it. I just remembered last year that we hadn’t done anything for it beyond ordering Mexican takeout. And Joy having a seizure1.
At work, I noticed that a co-worker had a beautifully wrapped box of chocolates on his desk for his wife. My mind paused suddenly to think “Hrmm… hope Joy’s not expecting that.”
Then another co-worker made a comment about stopping for flowers on the way home. “Hrmmm…”, thinks I. “Perhaps Joy’s going to be pissed off that I don’t even have so much as a card.”
So I did what any self-respecting cheap, lazy geek would do. I downloaded the ’“I Choo Choo Choose You” card(deconcept › I Choo Choo Choose You)’:http://blog.deconcept.com/2005/02/02/i-choo-choo-choose-you/, printed it out, signed it, and put it in the pile of Joy’s mail.
She got home, chased the dog for a moment, looked at her mail, saw my card, and hugged me. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but I didn’t get you anything.”
Hurrah for Hallmark-shunning wives. Apparently, next year I can get away with less.
1 Not to be confused with our anniversary, which Joy marked by accidentally overdosing on her meds, and spending half an hour puking in the restroom at Jordan’s Furniture. Oh yes, epilepsy makes any occasion special.