The older and more experienced I get, the more I realize the dangers men face everyday... from each other. What I mean by that, is the terrible advice they so willing give each other that can only end in tragedy. Mainly, romantic advice. All of us women know, that if a man wants to know how to woo a woman and sweep her off her feet, he need to ask one or more of the following people on how to do it: 1. Her mom, 2. Her sister, or 3. (If you think she can keep her mouth shut) Her best friend. All of which are women.
Ben was watching a show the other day of one of his favorite British guys from Top Gear giving men advice on various things. This guy told the audience that the way to any woman's heart is through the lost art of serenading. I watched the clip from behind Ben shaking my head the whole time... Ben on the other hand had this look of deep thought. Finally, I told him that he better not get any ideas, because if he tried that on me I would shoot him with his own air-soft gun until he stopped.
That being said, Ben started looking around for other Valentine ideas. He thought he was being sneaky, but I totally know all about it...
He asked me the other day what I thought about these new outfits they advertise on the radio called "Hoodie Footies." I just looked at him like he was crazy and then wondered how well does my dear husband really know me. Hopefully, he was just kidding... Not that I have anything against "Hoodie Footies" they just aren't my style. I am a t-shirt and fleece jammie bottoms kind of girl.
Then today, I got this email from a military site on Ben's and my joint email address. They were sending out a mass ad to the men with ideas of stuff to get their wives for Valentine's Day.
This is the reason why men just shouldn't give other men advice on this type of thing (these were in the actual email and if you are interested, you can order them here and I have a coupon code if you want it!):
Yeah, I am sure the other mom's at the PTA meeting would welcome me with open arms, maybe even elect me as Pres if I was sporting one of these babies.... what do you think?
I told Ben, to please, just get me some Dove Chocolate.... don't worry about a gift this year.