- I didn't wear my hair wavy. (As it is naturally. My husband never knew I had wavy hair until I stopped straightening it after I got married.)
- I didn't like sports. (I pretended I did like them so my husband thought I was "down." Sucker!)
- Buy fancy bags. (I didn't strike up a taste for them till about four months after marriage. But it became more of a function of me finally earning more money in my career.)
- Snore in my sleep. (But the husband says it's "cute.")
In my mind, the perfect Valentine's Day would consist of the following:
- Red or Pink Carnations, with no baby's breath or any other "filler."
- Lunch from Taco Bell. (A steak soft taco and two crunchy tacos with "Fire" sauce please!)
- An afternoon of having the apartment all to myself to do "girly" things. (Like paint my toe nails, take a bubble bath, eating Hershey's kisses and Cool Ranch Doritos and watch a movie with violence - which my husband does not like.)
- Taken out to dinner at Stella for some pasta bolgonese.
- Stop off at Starbucks (cuz South End Buttery closes so damn early) for capuccino to bring home.
Well, the husband asked me tonight what I wanted to do for Valentine's Day and if what I wanted as a gift.
Dilemma. I have no idea. It's like Christmas all over again. I have everything I need. There isn't anything I really want. Though, we could use a new duvet cover. But I've been trying to find one I like for what seems like ages, and I have not been successful.
So I guess the wish list I wrote above would be what I want the most. I guess it's more about the experiences over the material things.
And yes, Taco Bell is an experience... Not a "material thing."