Ties That Bind

I can remember our early Valentine's Days. Mrs. Smoot and I used to buy pathetically mooshy cards for each other, and we'd go out and have a nice dinner, or something along those lines. Funny what 17 years of marriage does to this holiday.

This year we decided the heck with going out to eat since we'd undoubtedly be standing in long lines behind the pathetically mooshy people. So we agreed that we'd just hang out at home all day, watching a marathon of episodes of House while eating junk food. We enjoyed it thoroughly, and the house still smells somewhat like the kitchen of a TGI Fridays as a result.

But the real measure of how much a couple can grow to be alike can be determined by the cards purchased for this special occasion. It's somewhat humorous that we both abandoned the idea of getting each other serious Valentine's cards (last year I bought Mrs. Smoot a card that was in Spanish, but I believe it was meant to be serious).

It's more humorous to note that we bought each other cards that had farting as their main theme. And it was even more hilarious when we realized that we bought each other the same fart card. We were simply meant to be together.