I don’t know what exactly I said last night, via the greeting card I gave my wife, but I’m certain that it was probably stupid.
There she is, this woman I love. Before we met, my life teetered upon aged pilings with dry rot. She came along and built a stone foundation for my soul. And what does she receive in return?
Envelope, please …
A wise-cracking Valentine’s Day card saying something about keeping up the good work?
I’m a fool.