Nothing to See Here…

In true JustLinda fashion, I am a day late and a Valentine short.  My husband got nadda, nuttin’, zip, zilch from me.  From him, I got a wonderful card and two 1-hour massage certificates.

In the spirit of the big V-D, I thought I’d try to capture what true love really means on a day to day basis.

• true love is when your husband Tivos ER because you’re out of town and it’s an all new episode (watching it right now, before the new-new one comes on)
• true love is when you let your husband put his ICE-FREAKING-COLD feet on you to warm them up even though you scream and really wish (for the millionth time) that he would warm them on the heat vent
• true love is when the horniest man in the universe goes for 13 days with no sex because his wife is gallivanting on the other side of the world and then comes home and does nothing but sleep for days and days
• true love is when your husband not only spots a wild chin hair on you, but pulls out his boyscout knife and uses the little tweezers to get rid of it
• true love is when one partner smiles and kisses another (unnamed) partner even if he has a little bad breath
• true love is when a husband who loves women with long hair still runs his fingers through his wife’s recently cut short hair and manages not to grimace too badly
• true love is getting to sleep to the last possible moment and having the shower water already running hot when you stumble into the bathroom
• true love is allowing a life sized cardboard Legolas in your office because your wife loves him so and can’t bring herself to throw him away but has nowhere else to put him

Come join me and add your own…