Bobo, Wo Ai Ni!

February 15, 2015 Babe 0 Comments

I was (start small violin please) the girl who watched Valentine’s on the sidelines. I had the privilege of having a first boyfriend who did not believe in the commercial con that was Valentine. Pretty mature for an 18 year old. He sent me a card anyway because I bought into this stuff and thus set the standard against which I measured his successors.

Cut to 2015, (still) not very many Valentine’s later. Useless husband and I had taken our little pots of gold and put down in on a little condo. On V-Day, after a week of stripping off the old, we made PLANS for what would be our first home together (start slightly larger violin please). This Valentine weekend was looking wistfully at bits of exposed roofing and holding hands choosing bogs. This more than makes up for the little red cards and chocs I never got. And how can you not love a man who can choose tiles and  pay silly money for a shower just because it’s German.