|Just Add Honey|
No crackers. Game over.
So, I have but days to pull off the ultimate in romantic demonstrations. Truth be told, I am not very good at figuring out the difference between, a) what will be romantic, and b) what will get me hospitalized or arrested. Moreover, and regardless of any sudden noticeable developments in wisdom or maturity, I am probably never going to be allowed back into the stadium. Suffice it to say that anything with a bungee is out; and no, I would rather not talk about it.
When I was young, all I had to do was trace my profile onto a paper heart shaped doilies. Then I would wax quixotic and instruct my teacher to write something charming and repetitive on the back like “You are Supper, Supper!” Not sure what I was going for but it was clear to everyone even at that young and tender age that I needed a spell check. I can’t get away with adorable and daft anymore like I did in grade school.
Generally, when it comes to grand gestures of romance I am passions equivalent of oil based paint – my efforts smell funny until enough time has passed.
Case in point. When I first started seeing someone I bought a gallon of fabric dye to color the fountain water in front of the courthouse a rosy red to show undying devotion to my girlfriend who I had been dating for five days. On paper it was dramatic, daring, and quirky. Practically, however, what looked like Hawaiian punch spurting out of an aquatic clam shell may have been a little too Old Testament. Hind sight being 20/20 I probably should have stuck with a balloon-o-gram instead of a failed plague on Egypt.
Next case: I heard in a Disney movie one of the characters being referred to as a diamond in the rough. Such a sweet and childlike thought! What could possibly express my love more than to acknowledge my partners untapped, undiscovered potential. I was determined to demonstrate to her that I, if no one else, knew her real value. And yes, I did this by presenting her with a hunk of coal.
Ever heard of creating helpful coupons for the object of one’s affection to cash in later? I thought it was a great idea, too. So I made cards with bright construction paper for a touch of homemade whimsy. I combined it with a promotion from a local business for a gift of self improvement that couldn’t go wrong – colorful vouchers for a terrific deal on laser hair removal. At least I wrapped it.
My greatest debacle was early this century in what my wife refers to as the time of deep shadow. That was the year I painted the front of our house a lovely if unexpected shade called “begonia”. My thought process was that I would shock my wife for a day by fooling her into thinking I was serious and then paint it over the next day. However, the weather turned cold and colder into an arctic nightmare, work sent me to Albuquerque, and the front of our house stayed flaming pink for two and a half months. The neighbors paid Google maps to blur out the image for the entire block and had traffic cones to divert traffic. My mother in law suggested we go with the flow and hang a velvet paint of Elvis on the garage door and put a couch on the lawn. Suddenly everyone’s a decorator.
Now there are only a few days left and I am fresh out of ideas. How will my wife know I love her without a hazardous and herculean stunt? I thought to make a scale replica of Devils tower with my mother’s fudge recipe and Spackle. I could then attach blinking Christmas lights like an incoming alien space ship, we could all hum the theme song from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and I could say something like Our love is out of this world.
My wife says to forget outer space. She says that if I really love her I will show her how much I care by staying out of the hospital and by being sweet to her--quietly.
I guess I could try a rose and a poem. It would give me another year to heal.