This morning I gave Jack a homemade purple-and-orange construction paper valentine that read:
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I know I’m a pain in the ass,
but so are you.
And then there was some stuff about loving him more every day, yeah, okay, whatever.
I’m also giving him this tonight, shh, I’ll explain later.
Can’t wait for the explanation…
Is it OK if I steal Jack’s saying for a pillow of my own? I’ll keep it in the office as a reminder not to feel badly when I assign stinky grades.
Awesome Valentine, by the way.
I’m definitely looking forward to the explanation. I may need to adopt that mantra.
Noice!
Love it!
Yes, I imagine Jack will be going into the Garden of Eden tonight.
Or something.
That totally crossed a line, didn’t it?
But if guilt is for suckers, I guess I am a sucker.
Ah well, Enjoy the love.
Yes, I imagine Jack will be going into the Garden of Eden tonight.
That was so wrong, and yet so hilarious.
Mine said,
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m a pain in the ass
But I give good sunflower too
He’ll like that one. I SHOULD have written:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
There are lots of other flower colors
But only if you plant the bulbs too
In other words, the 90 bulbs we bought last fall JUST got planted, so we shall see if they come up. Hmm… He hasn’t gotten his card yet, maybe I’ll make a new one that says that.
I love it! It’s so very Edward Gorey.
I could throw in a witty bit about guilt and what kind of “suckers” you’re specifically talking about, but this is a family blog, so I will refrain.
Because “getting some” is always such a problem.
I got Randy a subscription to the newspaper. But only on the weekends. Even I’m not worried about getting some.
I was going to make a comment about how they say romance is dead, and then I clicked on the link and saw the pillow with the tombstone on it, and the irony is making my head hurt.
Wow. Your parenting is so awesome.
I love the roses are red poem. You should have seen the dumb ass card my husband bought at the very last minute last night on the way home from work. I posted on it!
Love the poem and the cushion too!
Carrie: Parenting? Just to clarify: I gave that valentine to my husband.
What a sweet poem
I just realized that your husband’s name is JACK KENNEDY.
I originally thought it was a quote from the former president.
We don’t do V-Day, so I can’t fault any weird thing you gave your husband.
I gave mine a printout of this: http://7deadlysinners.typepad.com/photos/vintage_valentines/hungry_kitty.html
because I thought it was awesome, but we didn’t go beyond that.
Nicely done!
Lucy…you got some ‘splainen to do…