Every now and again the subject of Sabra’s ex comes up, and every so often the subject goes to the fact that he thought that, as she recently put it, “candy and stuffed animals were the height of romance.”
We always laugh at this, but around this time of year it always makes me wonder — what’s the whole deal with giving your significant other a stuffed toy for Valentine’s Day? We wouldn’t give them stuffed animals for Christmas or their birthday, so why does Valentine’s Day get stuck with that?
Candy? Sure. But candy’s useful to an extent — if you want a sugar rush, you eat it. And hey, who’d turn down a box of Ferrero Rocher candies for any occasion? (Mmmm, Nutella…)
But what does a grown-up do with a stuffed animal? “Aww, how cute.” And then…nothing.
I don’t mean to come across as a stuffed shirt or anything. What I’m getting at is this: Why not get ‘em something along the lines of what you’d get ‘em for Christmas or their birthday? Sabra got me a knife and the latest Tom Clancy book for Valentine’s Day. (And I didn’t even ask for that last thing. I was going to but it completely slipped my mind. She’s just awesome like that.)
And yes, you know you want to see the knife…
Yep. Definitely beats a stuffed bear.
(For the record, I got her some yarn that she had been wanting from her new favorite yarn store. She liked that a lot better than a stuffed bear, too. )