The first one had a picture of kittens on it - kittens are Primo's favorite - and the second one said, "My feet are cold. Your feet are regular human temperature. That's why we work."
We are not into mushy cards, Primo and I.
My poor mom. She sends these beautiful sentimental cards with flowers and lace. They are lovely and sincere and all about how much she loves me. I love my mother. I love her a lot. I am very lucky to have her.
But I am not a good card sender. I keep sending her cards like, "When you are old, I will make sure your socks match."
That is not sentimental. It's funny, but it's not emotional and I think she would prefer an emotional card. I need to buy her emotional cards. That's what she likes. I need to think about what she wants, not about what I want to send her.
Bad, bad daughter.:(
Anyhow, I got Primo the two cards. No gifts (as if A YEAR OFF FROM WORKING ISN'T GIFT ENOUGH) because we have more stuff than we will ever need and I am trying really hard to get rid of stuff and because I have baked him three pies, one tart, and one Danish in the past three weeks. (We have a lot of pears from our tree.)
I gave him the cards when he got back from Florida. His face fell. "I didn't get you anything!"
Me: That's OK. You still have this weekend. :)
Primo: Thank you, sweetie.
Primo: I'm on my way home [from a political thing he attended.] Is there anything you want me to get?
Me: It's our anniversary. You can get me some chocolate. :)
[I am writing the smiley faces so you can get the tone.]
Primo gets home
Me: Oh. No flowers. :(
Primo: I'm sorry, sweetie!
Three days later, Primo going to the grocery store and to do other chores.
Me: And an anniversary card! And flowers! And chocolate!
Primo, coming home: I didn't think you meant it!
Two days later
Primo: I'm at the store. Do we need anything?
Me: Some. Chocolate.
Primo: But we already have chocolate.
Me: Where's the chocolate?
Primo: I didn't think you meant it! You say you want to lose weight for the reunion and we have an entire chocolate drawer!
Me: I was working on my book and was re-reading old emails from when we were first dating. Remember how you walked to the florist in Memphis to buy tulips for me? Listen to this:
I like you, I trust you, I'm hot for you, I respect you, and I don't want to face or even imagine life without you. (Why would I want to? Everything is better with you.) I've always said that I wouldn't settle again, that I would wait for the person who has everything I need. My wait is over. I sensed that right away with you; I felt that you were the right one and that's why I let myself fall in love so quickly. Lately, though, something has changed. I've gone from feeling and thinking that you were the right person for me to being sure of it.
Primo: Wow. Who said that?
Me: YOU DID! TO ME!
Primo: I'm not doing it right, am I?
Me: Nope. Give me your hand.
Primo: Hey! What are you doing?
Me: I am writing an "X" on your hand.
Me: So that tomorrow, when you are out, you will see it and remember that your wife wants you to do something to show that you are still hot for her. See it and do something. SOMETHING.