My husband had never bought me a Valentine’s gift before, but on one memorable Valentine’s Day, he walked in with the biggest display of flowers I had ever seen — think of something out of a fancy hotel foyer.

I was stunned and was busy stuttering my thanks when he opened up his big, fat gob.

Husband: “Oh, I didn’t buy these. They were throwing them out at the job I was on and I thought you might like them.”

Nope. Not a romantic bone in that man’s body.