It's the thought that counts . . .

Or maybe the better title is The Guy is Darn Lucky We're Going on a Fabulous Vacation Tomorrow!



I married an incredibly romantic and thoughtful man. In fact, he's the most romantic and thoughtful man in the world (in my very unbiased opinion.) Anyone who heard our engagement story knows that. But even after we got married, he's continued the good surprises: like in February for Valentine's Day or on our 6 Month Anniversary.



Yesterday happened to be Dia Dos Namorados here in Brasil. It is their Valentine's Day. (Valentine's Day is in February, which is also generally right around Carnaval. For cultural and commercial reasons, that just didn't make much sense here. So, June 12 was chosen as a day to celebrate love. Apparently, June 13 is St. Anthony's Day, known in Brasil as the marriage saint. So there could be some correlation there in the choosing of the date.) I figured my sweet hubby, being the romantical type and all, would do something nice, no doubt.



Late last week he learned he would need to fly down near São Paulo June 12 with his boss to interview some candidates for a job opening. He wasn't expecting to get home until around 11:00 last night. I greeted him at the door with his usual hugs and kisses and he had one hand behind his back. And that's always a good sign. That means he didn't come home to me on Dia dos Namorados empty handed! That means he is going to whip out a bouquet of flowers or a bottle of champagne or some other fabulous goodness for me! And then he said, "I didn't want to come home empty handed, so I brought you this." (Insert his big, sweet, sexy smile here.)

Hmmm, wow, well that looks a lot like the package they wrap up the hot dog in that they give you on the TAM Airline flights.

Oh, but no! I told you he is always full of surprises! This time they handed out hot ham and cheese sandwiches on the one hour flight back home.

He's lucky I subscribe to the "it's the thought that counts" way of thinking. He's lucky his wife feels so bad for him and all the long hours he has been working. He's lucky he married such a low-maintenance, understanding woman. He's lucky he's taking me to Argentina and Chile tomorrow. An Argentinian wine and steak dinner and maybe a new purse (I hear the leather shopping is fab over there), and I can probably forget all about this ham incident. But maybe he should buy me a new pair of leather boots too, just to make sure I don't remember a thing about the sandwich . . . See, I told you he has a low maintenance wife! ;)