He would feel like a guest at an expensive hotel.
He would feel warm and cozy inside.
He would think that I was the sweetest wife in the whole world.
Well, he never found the chocolate.
Instead, he laid down his head upon them, and rolled around in them all night long. So morning comes, and I awaken to this tall, dark, handsome, and hairy man covered in chocolate. I was like, “Yum!” “Rawrrrr!”
Talk about dreams coming true.
And then I was like, “Spit, spit, spit.” I think I got a hairball. Ughh! Whoever came up with the idea of mixing food and love? Oh, it is so gross.
So this Valentine’s Day, I would suggest to you, leave the food in the cupboard, dim the lights, close the door, and do something simple with your husband.
Enjoy simple pleasures without food.