DH and I celebrate Valentine's Day every single day of the year. We have a rule that we shall not celebrate the actual day... no observances whatsoever. No flowers, chocolates or cards... just carry on and love each other ridiculously as we do every day.
I was at home on Thursday when I got a call from a local florist, saying they had a delivery for DH. I assured them I'd be at home to receive it. I hung up, thinking how cute it was that DH's mommy sent him flowers.
Then I got to thinking. What if it wasn't from his mommy? What if, inconceivable as it sounds, he had a mistress and the flowers were from her? I waited impatiently all afternoon for the delivery.
Finally the doorbell, and the delivery guy asked for DH. I accepted the delivery, and rushed to the kitchen... if I had to hunt down and kill his mistress, I was running out of time before DH got home to stop me.
I ripped open the plastic and tissue paper and hunted amongst the glorious blossoms for a card.
You're probably way ahead of me. It was for me, from him, in blatant defiance of our no VDay observance rule. Although how can I possibly get mad at the man for such sweet deception?!