Yesterday I was driving to a board meeting and somewhere along the way, say southbound I-25 and Rockrimmon, this obnoxious ad came over the radio from Pro Flowers.
Extra, extra! Valentine’s Day is next Tuesday and the price of flowers and roses are going to SKY ROCKET! Get yours now! Flowers! Valentine’s! Double the prices! Call now! Visit our web site! Type in this code! Valentine’s! Roses!
Et cetera, et cetera…
About this time I turned down the noise and thought to myself, “I wonder if John remembers that it’s V-Day next week. He’s really busy and plus, guys don’t think about this stuff like girls do. It’s just another day. Maybe I better just drop a few hints here and there so I’m not disappointed and he doesn’t have to scramble to prepare something last minute.”
Got it. “Drop Valentine’s Day Hints at John” It was on my mental to-do list.
Fast forward two and half hours later. I’m driving home from the board meeting. I round the corner fixated on my garage door to see if it’s open yet (yeah, I like to see how far I can get with my remote), when a giant lime green box on my porch catches my eye.
I know that lime green box.
It comes every birthday. Every anniversary. Every Valentine’s Day.
Yet unbeknownst to me, I always forget about it. Even though that lime green box comes every birthday, every anniversary, every Valentine’s Day, I never come to expect it.
So when I saw it I knew exactly what it was and my heart did a little jump in the air and clicked its heels.
And you know what’s funny…
As I pressed the gas pedal to pull into the garage, guess what ad started again on the radio?
The Pro Flower ad.
I love it when he’s one step ahead of me.
You’re the best, baby. Thank you. :-*
