I remember one year in particular when hubby brought home this tiny little, sweetly wrapped box. I was atwitter with anticipation.
I ripped off the wrapping and looked at the box.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, the child side of myself felt insulted, but being the nice girl that I am, I kept my tongue in check. Maybe it meant nothing, a harmful little gift he’d found out about from…..Mmm……………
Now I know there is nothing sexier than those puffy pink lips that have become so famous, especially here in Hollywood. But Really? Really?
I accepted the gift graciously, then spent the next hour looking at my lips in the mirror, trying to figure out why they needed to be plumper. Apparently, I have inadequate lips. Bastard!
My theory in life has always been, ‘if a little is good then a lot would be better’! I mean, seriously, how much plumping can this stuff really do.
Well–some of us find out these lessons the hard way.
I decided to try it the next morning.
I work out early and usually look like crap so I thought, what the heck, let’s give this stuff a test run. I brushed a thick layer over my lips, then headed off to the gym. I work out at Curves (for obvious reasons–Actually, it’s just that I can’t afford the clothing you need to work out at 24-hour-fitness). The gals at my gym have no problem saying what’s on their mind. And under most circumstances I love this.
Anyway, about ten minutes into my routine, one of the gals said, “Pssst, you’ve got something on your chin.”
When I reached up to wipe whatever it was away, my finger poked my lip. WHAT? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
I got off the machine and dashed to the ladies room. When I looked in the mirror……there ‘IT’ was! My bottom lip had plumped so much it had taken over the lower part of my face. That would explain why every time I took a drink of water on the way to the gym it would trickle down my chin.
I looked like I was ready for my Hollywood debut on ‘Housewives Of Beverly Hills Surgeons’!
When I got home, I showed the hubby what a real lip plumber looked like.
He didn’t see it coming! Actually he couldn’t see anything for about a week until the swelling went down and he could open his eye.
Another year he got me one of those ‘Naughty Or Nice Masks’! I actually thought that was cute. It was soft, and pink, with fuzzy stuff all around the edges. What the hell I thought. Let the games begin.
The problem ended up being ‘the element of surprise’, thus brining out the naughty side of the gift!
I startle easily.
I could not see him.
I did not hear him.
When he touched me with his cold hand, my knee-jerk reaction put me in full Karate mode.
Doctor told him the cast would only be temporary–5- 6 weeks at most!
Last year, hubby came home unexpectedly in the middle of the day, so I decided to take things into my own hands.
I said, “Darlin, instead of a gift, let’s just play around!”
He lit up like a fucking firecracker.
Next thing I knew…………..we were playing 18 holes at the Country Club!!!
There were several other things that came and went in a flurry over the many years we’ve been married. Things like arousal oils, sexy books, and scents for the body. We’ve soaked in the tub of bubbles while drinking a ton of bubbles. We’ve lit candles in the bedroom, which is always romantic (except that one time the curtain caught on fire) . We’ve taken walks holding hands. We’ve dined out. We’ve stayed in after sending the kids off somewhere else just so we could have the house to ourselves. We’ve really tried to make the best of Valentines Day!
To be honest, I give him a lot of credit for his efforts. He is a romantic guy. Bless his heart. I do so love him!
But honesty, I think Valentines Day has become too commercial. The ads on TV, on billboards, in the newspapers and magazines, and on the radio are all about throwing cash at something that may or may not be appreciated. There’s too much pressure to please!
If only we could simplify this?
As the old saying goes…”No woman will ever be truly happy on Valentines Day unless she finds a man with a chocolate penis that ejaculates money!”