Happy Valentine's Day, m'Dear

When I was almost eight months pregnant, living in London, married to a great guy who I hadn't really known all that long, very young (only 20) and oh, did I mention, almost eight months pregnant???, my husband took me out for a special dinner (was it Valentine's...I can't remember) to...drum roll...THE PLAYBOY CLUB in London. Oh yay, The Playboy Club! Could a girl be any luckier. Wow! Beautiful young women in teeny tiny costumes...And Ears! So Perky. Oh look. Fishnet stockings and bunny ears. How cute is that?! What did he expect me to say? What did he expect me to feel? Who knows...I walked out two hours into the humiliation and took a taxi home...without him. Yep, I said something like "Excuse me. I'm just going to the loo." But I left. In a taxi. Without him. And when he arrived home, a couple of hours later, he was obviously confused. I didn't try and explain anything except to tell him that was one stupid idea...The Playboy Club thing.

Today we celebrate 38 Valentine's Days spent together. Yep, he's the best and I'm a lucky woman. Oh...we haven't been back to a Playboy Club since then. Quel surprise!

It's a dark pic, but I like it...guess who got a new toy.