The following is from my husband, who is way too smart for his own good. I put it here, for your enjoyment!
Twoo Wuv Needs Not The Marketing

You never can tell these days with
a modern woman, a twenty-first century kind of gal, a
“domestic goddess,” if you will, just what kind of crap
she’ll give you if you don’t heap
enough gifts on her on this “holiday” –
needlessly “celebrating” twoo wuv
in such an overly commercialized way, in such a
tepid fashion that it cannot, it will
not actually manage to convince
even the most romantic of women (or men!)
love is anything more than just
a cheap marketing gimmick. So long ago I
vowed not to play along with the game, not to buy in…
yet here I am, incredibly, ridiculously in love.
Perhaps all this time I’ve been an ass.
Perhaps I should just tell her she’s adored, she’s loved
and offer up my heart with a kiss and wish her a
Happy Valentine’s Day.

Can you read the hidden message in the poem? I couldn’t. He had to point it out. Regardless of his little tricks, the poem rocks. I’m ROFL’ing. He’s so getting dessert.

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