On Valentines Day, all of the other women were receiving flowers and things from their husbands or boyfriends except me. One of the managers asked me if we celebrated it because as far as she could tell I hadn’t received anything. I told her yes, we do celebrate it, and he gave me a card. She couldn’t believe that I found that acceptable and so I went on to tell her that if he gave me flowers at work I would kill him in his sleep. “In his sleep?” she asked, “wouldn’t you want him to be awake?”
“No, it’s much harder that way.”
A few days later, on our seventh anniversary (Saturday February 25th) Kurt gave me a book, “The History of Torture & Execution” by Jean Kellaway. He bought it as an actual gift because I collect books about serial killers and other such things that many people consider grisly and just plain sick. But then he realized the oddity of it being our seventh anniversary and he was getting this as an actual gift, so he signed it…
I laughed and brought it to work for that manager to see the book and the signed note in it. I tapped on her door and ask if she had a minute while holding the book. I explained that it was our seventh anniversary on Saturday, show her the cover to which she got a chuckle over and then I open the book to the note he wrote:
“Happy Anniversary Sweetie
Celebrating seven years of torture for us both
Love,
Kurtie”
I turned to the manager and said, “Now you can’t tell me he’s not romantic!”
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