After I posted yesterday I tried to go to the bank - it was Columbus Day so how big an idiot did I feel like. But right outside the bank was a flower store.... Hmmm. I haven't bought "the Wife" flowers since we've been married, so I got the proverbial Dozen Red Roses. Took em home, put em in a vase, put em on the mantle - let's see if she sees em.
I cook a big meal: marinated tip roast from Trader Joe's, broccoli, and potatoes, peppers, tomato in tin foil on the grill; a bottle of wine.
She gets home and shakes her head that I am hobbling around on my swollen knee, changes and comes down stairs and says "Why did you buy yourself flowers?" Great response.
She eats in a hurry and scurries upstairs to watch the Hills. I am left to ice my knee and watch the Cowboys win and Wankees lose, unload and load the dishwasher.... By the time the MNF game was over she was sound asleep. Ummmm, nothing I can write would do justice to the thoughts going thru my head.
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