Today marks my 20th Valentine’s Day with my husband, Tim. It also marks the first Valentines Day that I had to throw out the chocolates.
My sweet, thoughtful, and well meaning husband stopped by the store yesterday (Wednesday) to pick up a few items for me on his way home from work. Apparently while there he felt the sting of Cupid’s arrow, and inspired he picked up a bouquet of roses, a box of chocolates and a coffee cup and stuffed animal. Fully aware that I was in the kitchen when he arrived, he left loves bounty out in our vehicle; not bringing them in until this morning. I think he forgot we live in Northeastern Maine and were in the midst of a snowstorm yesterday…..hello freezing.
The roses are now thawing and are a source of constant speculation from yours truly. Are they dead or just “resting’? Only time will tell.
One thing was for sure though. Our suspicions that something might be calling our SUV home for the winter have been confirmed. As he took that iconic heart shaped box of chocolates out of the bag we couldn’t help but observe the obvious. Something tried to eat my candy.
The box is intact, but the red plastic wrapping had been ripped. Writing this I can’t help but scrunch up my nose, wrinkle my brow, and shudder at the thought of Mickey Mouse’s not so adorable cousin trying to rip through my holiday stash with his tiny sharp teeth. Ew. Ew. Ew.
Ya’ll. I tried. I really, really tried. But before the morning was over, that box of delight found a home in our trash can. The rodent now owes my husband money, he says. I just couldn’t do it. Sure, the little creature didn’t open the box or anything, but I’ve a vivid imagination and just the THOUGHT that it could have had me repulsed enough to kiss an entire box of chocolate goodbye. Figuratively speaking, obviously I wasn’t putting my lips anywhere near it…..
On the bright side, as a friend pointed out- candy will be 50% off in a few days, and I’m not leaving them in the car overnight. I will however be clearing out the car and setting traps at night. The only thing allowed to live in my car is my horde of receipts, fast food napkins, and an untold number of hair pins and elastics.
On a bright note I got to have a very lovely Valentine’s breakfast at a favorite restaurant of ours in nearby Smyrna. The plate of French toast with strawberries and fresh whipped cream (and a side of bacon) made up for the tampered chocolates and thawing roses. Also, the cute guy sitting across from me. He gets a big E for effort. Besides, he is my Valentine, and everyday I get to celebrate that love with him.
Whether you celebrate it or not, I hope you have a wonderful, rodent-free Valentines Day!! Know that you are loved, whether you get a box of chocolates or not.