How I ate Crow for Valentine's Day

So, remember my last post where I might have mentioned how much I feared that Larry might lose his mind and buy me a Vermont Teddy Bear for Valentine's day? And how I might have mentioned that anyone who would do such a horrible thing would be a tacky and thoughtless person? How just because his idol, Bubba The Love Sponge advertises Vermont Teddy Bears on his morning show that Larry might get the idea that I would be the type of person who would want a stuffed animal? And how I would so NOT like that for a present? How I was definitely not the type of person who would cherish and display a stuffed animal anywhere in my house? Well, by now even a complete moron could guess exactly what Larry got me for Valentines Day. In case you can't believe or grasp the irony of this little situation, here is living proof that the unthinkable happened:



If I could pull my tongue out of my cheek for a minute and stop with the attitude, I might admit that after I got over my initial shock of the one in a million coincidence of it all I thought about just deleting my other post about how much I would not be happy about this but more to the point? As soon as Larry and Braden placed this darling little bear on my chest this morning as I woke, I fell in love with him. My God! What is there about these bears? First of all, the eyes seem to have life behind them. Larry picked out the color, purple because he knows that is my favorite color, they embroidered the tag with To: Bubble From: Larry. Sweet, right? I melt just a little when he calls me "Bubble" anyway. And the flowers are the perfect shade of pink in a purple glass vase. Darling. The bear is very heavy, not like any of the 227 million stuffed animals Braden and Ian win from the claw machine at Beef O'Brady's. He's substantial feeling and very nice to hug. His arms and legs move and his fur feels like mink. I shall hug him and squeeze him and call him George.
As much as I hate to admit that I was wrong, I was. And even though I can't figure out why my family always says that I am hard to buy for (I never have problems buying things for myself) I know that this bear idea solved a gift dilemma for Larry. He told me that he picked out everything about my bear and had it delivered. I'm honestly, touched.
If possible, I love him just a little more for not listening to me piss and moan about how I didn't want anything for Valentine's day or our anniversary and he went with cute, just to see if he could touch my heart. And he did, damn him. I hate all that romantic, mushy, love crap and to make matters worse? he's making me go out to dinner with him on our anniversary even. As much as I hate the idea of dressing up and being waited on, wine and crab claws and steak and the best creme brulee in Tampa I guess I'll allow it. He said we have to go to a movie too. Without the kids. I hate him for torturing me like this.
He gets nothing of interest in return either. Just for kicks, my reproductive organs have decided to only have a period on holidays. This month, Valentines day, last month New Year's Eve so I'm guessing my next one will be accompanied by a basket full of eggs.
Does The Vermont Bear Company have Easter Bunnies too?