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"I do believe my husband is smoking the doobage. Sunday, on his way to catch the shuttle for a one week trip to Germany, he handed me an envelope. While the kids were hanging on his knee caps and the driver gave him the stink eye, I opened up a card featuring a bug-eyed hound dog wearing dentures. The preprinted message read, &amp;quot;You really know how to put a smile on someone&amp;#039;s face.&amp;quot; I don&amp;#039;t know about grinning, but it certainly surprised me. You have to understand my husband. This is a man whose idea of an anniversary present is car cover ass warmers from Pep Boys. Practical, logical and loyal he is. Spontaneous and card giving? Hardly. One of the last times he sprung a love note on me &amp;quot;just because&amp;quot; was when we first started dating. He left a Dilbert on the hood of my dusty Saturn. His writing resembled a drunk third grader. He began the note, &amp;quot;Dear Sweaty.&amp;quot; (Rex is a brilliant computer god. A spelling bee prize winner? Not so much.) I hugged him, peeled the kids off his shins, and promised to write him every night. The next afternoon, I was digging in my glove box for some gum. I found another card. This one was one of those mushy Papyrus type numbers that you often find at the car wash, stashed between the Gummy Bears and the Pine Tree Shaped Air Fresheners. &amp;quot;Do you know how special you are to me?&amp;quot; It began. (Cue elevator music.) &amp;quot;How you know what to say when I have no words?&amp;quot; (Um, that&amp;#039;s just about every waking moment of my silent partner&amp;#039;s life.) It went with more of the same sentiment. He signed it, &amp;quot;The weekend will be here before you know it.&amp;quot; (At least I think that&amp;#039;s what it said. His handwriting hasn&amp;#039;t improved much in the past decade.) Oh, wait, there&amp;#039;s more. Yesterday, I opened my email to find a note. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s 2am my time. If you&amp;#039;re reading this now, you&amp;#039;re up too late so go to bed! But before you do, look under the saline salt in the downstairs bathroom.&amp;quot; Like Gretel following a trail of breadcrumbs, I opened up the medicine cabinet. There, under the netti pot, was a small wad of green - and it wasn&amp;#039;t what comes out of one&amp;#039;s nose. &amp;quot;Surprise!&amp;quot; The rest of the email said. I can only think of two things. 1. Rex is schtupping some German barmaid and feels guilty. 2. He&amp;#039;s just feeling sentimental and giving his sucker wife what he knows she loves to get. (Little &amp;quot;thinking of you notes&amp;quot; - the money is nice, but really, not necessary.) I&amp;#039;m going with #2. After all, as I always say, Rex would never cheat on me. He can&amp;#039;t multitask. I am so blown away by Rex&amp;#039;s sweet gestures. I know it shouldn&amp;#039;t take a card to make me feel all gushy, but man, it was awesome. It truly truly made my week. When was the last time you wrote your spouse a love letter? Who wants to leave a comment promising to do this very thing for their partner? We can check in Saturday about the results!? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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