Here's the plan ... and he doesn't even KNOW yet!

Tuesday before V Day, I will shop! Red pajama bottoms from The Gap with "I Love You" all over them will be skillfully acquired. Groceries of all types and sizes (preferably in reds and pinks) will be pawed over. Heart-shaped napkins & plates will be lovingly procrued. Red platic-ware will be sensually fondled. All of this (and more!) will be packed tightly & securely in a snug little picnic basket which will then be placed in the trunk of my trusty Toyota, sans the perishables of course. A night of restless, tossing & turning from anticipation sleep will take place.

Wednesday, the 14th (THE BIG DAY) I will go to work as if nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen, after rescuing the perishables from my home refridgerator and placing them in their "waiting place", my work refridgerator. At approximately, 5 p.m. I will pick up the husband (hereto referred to as "Henry") from work. I will blindfold the aforementioned Henry, so he will have no knowledge of his whereabouts, disorienting him beyond belief. A quick stop at Caribou Coffee to fill up my black Gevalia thermos with as many cafe latte's as it will hold (to fight off the forecasted chill). Then off to THE PARK where the trist will thoroughly unfold.

I will leave Henry in the car, blindfolded and hopefully not dizzy or carsick from my haphazard driving. I will make my way, aforementioned purchased items in hand, down to the gazebo in the center of Edgehill Park. There the scene for lust and food gorging will be set. Romantically lit with candles, the wafting scent of coffee floating about in the February air, and foodstuffs delicately placed for maximum consumption and surprise. All very coquetishly arranged on a red and white checked tablecloth. Then back to the car to retrieve Henry.

The treacherous and blind walk down the cement stairs and the ginger positioning of Henry directly in front of the candlelit gazebo (the sun should be setting behind the cityscape any minute now).

THE GREAT UNVEILING (or unblindfolding)! Henry's gasp of surprise and delight! Hee. Hugs & kisses. Whispered words of gratitude and love, including but not limited to, promises of marathon sex ahead.

The feeding of eachother. The sipping of hot coffee. The hand holding. And then... THE PRESENTS! Red pajama bottoms for Henry with the constant reminder that I LOVE HIM and because so, own him (of course... heh). And his carefully considered gift for me... Oh the mystery!

Did I mention that I'm in the process of downloading a "Romantic Songs" cd? Well, I am. And none of that cheesy, gooey stuff either. We're talking hardcore love here. Raw. Similar to the Mp3 player commercial by Phillips Magnavox where the couple sit down to a romantic dinner and listen to their style of "romantic music". If you haven't seen it, school yourself.

More sweet everythings... sigh...

Then we pack it up. Go home. And fuck.