This week, I have a special treat. Jan Miller, my funny friend from across the pond, has graciously consented to be my guest blogger. Here's her Valentine's Day story:
A Different Millers Tale - All True, it could only happen here....
I woke up February 14th a bit excited, we’ve been married 32 years this year but I would still describe my personality type as hopeful. Steve bought me tea in bed with my favourite biscuits, a card that’s got lovely sentiments (I’m wearing my "Wonderful Wife" badge now) and an inside joke inside! GSOH* - very important.
I eventually located my card for him - better than Christmas when my card for Steve just disappeared in a menopausal moment. (If you got the “Dear Husband” card in December instead of yours please let me know and I’ll stop looking.)
Anyway, I’m not good in the morning and who would have thought the card I wrote and hid in my knickers drawer only last night would have fallen down the back of cabinet so I had to remove the drawers to find it, knocking over the tea in the process?
We got everything sorted, read our cards .... and then there was a knock. We wondered was it our front door? Steve opened the window to check why Postie wasn’t using the bell, leant forward into the frame and his glasses tumbled from his face... down the porch roof, bounced over the gutter and landed on the driveway, our good mood all broken down with a loudly -swearing semi-naked hubby dashing about putting on his trousers to go downstairs.
Wow, what a lovely surprise – the cutest Flowercard has arrived from our very good friends and the scratches have almost polished out of the glasses!
*GSOH Guy with sense of humour
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