I am tradionally not very sentimental, especially around made up holidays. And I'm sure all the ladies out there aren't going to be particularly envious of my wife in landing me as a husband. For example, and in keeping with my character, my last ditch attempt to pick up something meaningful for my wife drove me to avoid the inpenetrable gridlocked road leading to Whole Food's flower department and instead find the convenient roadside impromptu Valentine stand. It was there that a small man pushed a very large bag into my hands – one that he claimed was stuffed with a box of chocolates, stuffed animals and Will-You-Be-Mine's. The big puffy bag also had a small plush puppy strapped to its top.
The next morning, my wife skeptically unwrapped my thoughtful gift along with my twin 5 year old daughters. It was completely stuffed alright... with newspaper... and nothing but newspaper. Clearly, the stuffed puppy did something if you squeezed its paw. But the batteries were apparently dead. "How much did you pay for this, five dollars?", she asked. As shame blanched my face: "Well, about $10 more than that actually". We shook our heads in united disbelief.
After a day of dejection – as I had failed to clear even my customary low bar – everything suddenly turned around. My wife (and this was only at the kids' insistence) put the batteries in to the Love Puppy. I won't describe our reaction to what ensued. I'll only say it was similar to your reaction after watching this:
What do you think? Love Puppy? or Thumper?