My DH (late twenties, married 4 years, no kids) has just gone to work. This morning, I woke him up and asked him to get me a hot water bottle for my 'dodgy tummy' (some top class acting was involved). What he found when he got downstairs is one of those ridiculously oversized and unnecessary Moonpig cards, exclaiming my endless adoration and love. To top it all off, I bought him a box of his favourite fudge chocolates, delivered all the way from the South of England.
Now, I'm going to watch him sweat all day as he tries to figure out how he could possibly pretend that he got me something similarly impressive all along.
So here's the backstory. DH and I normally don't really do Valentine's Day. Sometimes we get each other a card, but mostly we just sit on our high horses laughing at the 'fools' who engage in such a money-driven and meaningless celebration. Then two weeks ago, DH suddenly asked what we were doing for Valentine's Day as surely we celebrate every year? I'm aware that DH's memory is shocking, but this was a new one. Knowing that he would never remember the conversation, I started an elaborate ruse, to prank him today. All week I've been giving subtle hints about how 'excited' I am, interspersed with claims that I wouldn't get anything as it's a man to a woman thing (sometimes the end justifies the means). I hid my presents and performed some top class puppy dog eyes to complete the spectacle.
DH seemed strangely unfazed by this morning events. HAS HE ACTUALLY MADE PLANS?? 
My DH, who lovingly told me not to worry about the shopping last week as he'd take care of it, before asking me to write a list, come up with meal plans and provide a detailed map of the supermarket in case he couldn't find something?!
I'm intrigued. I will keep you guys updated on how the 'romance' unfolds. Whether he's planned something or not, it's a win win for me. Either I get a nice surprise, or I get to laugh at him trying to talk his way out of the situation without hurting my feelings. 
