Spot on, as always Walter!

(not a brag, btw)

My dirty little "secret" is to pick up flowers for my wife of 28 years whenever I see some that I think she would like, or that remind me of her, or if I think she thinks the dining room table could use a splash of color.

She has become a bit pragmatic over time, and realizes that the worst time to go out to eat is Mother's Day, and flowers are never more expensive than they are on Valentine's.

We celebrate just for the hell of it, whenever it suits one of us - although flowers are usually involved.

One year when she was working in an office, sure enough on Valentine's day all the pretty young things were fawning over the bouquets that each had received from their current fling. One of them, deciding that it was time to play mean girls, looked over at my wife's empty desk to give a fake look of sympathy.

"Oh, did your husband forget to send you flowers?" she asked with mock concern.

My wife, without even bother to lift her head simply remarked "Oh no, he never forgets to give me flowers. He just doesn't need to look at a calendar to remind him that I like to receive them. He brings me fresh flowers all the time. When was the last time your boyfriend brought you some just because he loved you?"

And with that, she showed those young girls a thing or two about love and what it meant to be valued. (And yeah, her husband was/is better than the husbands of the women she worked with...)