Peggy Lee...
And what brought this on? This, from the WSJ:
Six hunnert Yankee Dollars for frickin' ROSES? Ahem. Well, that ain't us and we could think of a lot o' different things to do with our Beloved with that amount o' money. YMMV.
Update, slightly later. I got to thinkin'... what was the biggest (and not necessarily best) thing I ever did for V-Day? I suppose it had to be this... On Valentines Day of 1998 I had a limo pick up The Second Mrs. Pennington at our residence and whisk her off to a local spa where she received the full treatment, billed as a full body massage and "beauty treatment," the details of which are unknown... exactly... to me. The limo was "on hold" while TSMP was in the spa (a couple o' hours, if memory serves) upon which time car and driver returned her to our home after all was said and done. I think the deal went off, as advertised. TSMP told me that the whole experience was "OK."
Now, that said, it wasn't but six weeks later the maid handed in her resignation, ingrate that she was, and I haven't done anything remotely similar since then. It's quite possible the ship had already sailed at that point (V-Day, 1998).
(sigh)
And what brought this on? This, from the WSJ:
Six hunnert Yankee Dollars for frickin' ROSES? Ahem. Well, that ain't us and we could think of a lot o' different things to do with our Beloved with that amount o' money. YMMV.
Update, slightly later. I got to thinkin'... what was the biggest (and not necessarily best) thing I ever did for V-Day? I suppose it had to be this... On Valentines Day of 1998 I had a limo pick up The Second Mrs. Pennington at our residence and whisk her off to a local spa where she received the full treatment, billed as a full body massage and "beauty treatment," the details of which are unknown... exactly... to me. The limo was "on hold" while TSMP was in the spa (a couple o' hours, if memory serves) upon which time car and driver returned her to our home after all was said and done. I think the deal went off, as advertised. TSMP told me that the whole experience was "OK."
Now, that said, it wasn't but six weeks later the maid handed in her resignation, ingrate that she was, and I haven't done anything remotely similar since then. It's quite possible the ship had already sailed at that point (V-Day, 1998).
(sigh)
In my experience, a woman saying something was "OK" is similar to a guy saying, "that sucked".
ReplyDeleteMight just be me.
You're on to something there, Chris.
DeleteIf Toby spent $600.00 on flowers, I'd be some upset. There are lots better ways to spend that kind of money. The spa would have been lovely. It took thought to come up with that gift and that is what we wimen want. Well, what most of us want.
ReplyDeleteYeah, "most" is prolly right, Lou. ;-)
DeleteAnd, I loved the "Hey Big Spender" song - it has been a while since I have heard it.
ReplyDeleteI loves me some Peggy!
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ReplyDeleteAh, the delicious Peggy. I must sort out one of her albums.
ReplyDeleteShe's another one of those chanteuses I was raised with/on.
DeletePeggy's cool... $600 would pay for a great weekend and many romantic hideaways, so forget the dead plants.
ReplyDeleteIn my experience, the bad spouses have made the decision to depart looong ago, and are waiting for the best time to execute that decision in the most painful way possible. I'd rather have a phone call saying good bye rather than the faux tears and bull$%#@ while they watch you do the "dance of shock/what did I do to deserve this..?" tango.
I'm with you, Darryl. When the maid quit she gave her notice while we were on vacation in Key West, two days after my birthday. I said "why the fuck didn't you tell me at home... we could have saved a couple thousand dollars and not gone through all this bullshit." True story.
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