I'm not gonna lie, I'm a huge cheeseball. I totally get it from my mom. When we were younger, mom used to get us gifts and cards for Valentine's Day. I even remember getting a gift from her when I was in college. So since I've been an adult with a "real" job, the kind where I'm not eating ramen every night, I send my mom a Valentine's Day card, despite the fact that her birthday is the same week.
Of course, this cornball nature carries over to my relationship with my fiance. This year, I prided myself on remembering to buy him a card well in advance of V-Day, and he was still in bed when I left for work, so I was able to slip the envelope onto his desk for him to find when he got up and "went to work" (lucky FI gets to work from home full-time). I contemplated getting flowers sent to him (boys can get flowers too!), but that was mostly so I could enjoy them at home too. I'm sneaky like that. In the end, I decided saving that money for wedding stuff is more important than sending him flowers, so I just gave him a card and my everlasting love. :)
Last year was a truly hilarious delivery. FI sent me roses, like he usually does. He knows I like it, and he tends to do what is "expected" - he may not be the most romantic or thoughtful, but when he knows something is considered a nice thing for guys to do for their gals, he does it. He usually orders the flowers through ProFlowers, and you type your message into the order form and it prints the message on a card. Last year, though, he went through another vendor - Teleflora, maybe? It was some service that contracts and uses local florists, anyway. So he orders the flowers, writes a super cheesy message with our absurd pet names, and doesn't think anything of it.
When I received the roses, I was slightly confused because the handwriting on the envelope wasn't his. When I read the card, I lost it. Some poor soul at the florist had to handwrite his cheesy message, complete with our absurd pet names. It was so hilarious, in fact, that I kept it in my desk drawer. I could pull it out and take a picture, but I will protect our silly pet names from the interwebs. :)
True to form, FI sent me roses to work. I don't care if it's cliche (I already said, I'm a huge cheeseball), I LOVE getting flowers at work. They brighten up my desk, and they make me happy! So without further adieu, here is this year's special delivery:
Sorry for the phone-pics. The card that came along with the roses is short and sweet. I can't wait to be married to you either, babe. I love you. :)
After I got the roses, I went to the card store to get another card for him. I had forgotten previously, but I wanted to get him one of those "from the dog" cards. Of course, the card store was sold out of them, so I looked around for a "dad" card to give him from the dog. I found a "from your daughter, daddy" card, and wrote my own personal messages inside. I know, CHEESEBALL.
Hope everyone had a fabulous Valentine's Day!
Of course, this cornball nature carries over to my relationship with my fiance. This year, I prided myself on remembering to buy him a card well in advance of V-Day, and he was still in bed when I left for work, so I was able to slip the envelope onto his desk for him to find when he got up and "went to work" (lucky FI gets to work from home full-time). I contemplated getting flowers sent to him (boys can get flowers too!), but that was mostly so I could enjoy them at home too. I'm sneaky like that. In the end, I decided saving that money for wedding stuff is more important than sending him flowers, so I just gave him a card and my everlasting love. :)
Last year was a truly hilarious delivery. FI sent me roses, like he usually does. He knows I like it, and he tends to do what is "expected" - he may not be the most romantic or thoughtful, but when he knows something is considered a nice thing for guys to do for their gals, he does it. He usually orders the flowers through ProFlowers, and you type your message into the order form and it prints the message on a card. Last year, though, he went through another vendor - Teleflora, maybe? It was some service that contracts and uses local florists, anyway. So he orders the flowers, writes a super cheesy message with our absurd pet names, and doesn't think anything of it.
When I received the roses, I was slightly confused because the handwriting on the envelope wasn't his. When I read the card, I lost it. Some poor soul at the florist had to handwrite his cheesy message, complete with our absurd pet names. It was so hilarious, in fact, that I kept it in my desk drawer. I could pull it out and take a picture, but I will protect our silly pet names from the interwebs. :)
True to form, FI sent me roses to work. I don't care if it's cliche (I already said, I'm a huge cheeseball), I LOVE getting flowers at work. They brighten up my desk, and they make me happy! So without further adieu, here is this year's special delivery:
Sorry for the phone-pics. The card that came along with the roses is short and sweet. I can't wait to be married to you either, babe. I love you. :)
After I got the roses, I went to the card store to get another card for him. I had forgotten previously, but I wanted to get him one of those "from the dog" cards. Of course, the card store was sold out of them, so I looked around for a "dad" card to give him from the dog. I found a "from your daughter, daddy" card, and wrote my own personal messages inside. I know, CHEESEBALL.
Hope everyone had a fabulous Valentine's Day!

