What did you American ladies get from your British men on Valentine’s Day?

We got this comment today about Valentine’s Day gifts and I actually shook my fist at my laptop screen when I read it!!

my husband bought me a cd . . . that he wanted. : ((((((((

yankeebean

Noooooooo!  What ever happened to flowers?  Candles?  CHOCOLATE, for God’s sake!  You can never EVER go wrong with chocolate…

To our sassy commenter, I hope you got him a massage for you for his present…

It made me wonder what all you lovely expat American ladies are getting from your British hunka-hunkas this Valentine’s Day.  Mr Nice Guy and I are making a super fancy dinner together as our present to each other.  Including gin and tonics (our fave) and tiramasu for pudding.  Mmmmm… I’m hungry…

So what did you guys get??  I’m ready to celebrate and/or commiserate with you as required…

Wrapping Presents Twice

avt_kapyork_large115I didn’t quite make it home for Thanksgiving and I’m spending Christmas in England this year.   But I’m home right now for my dad’s 60th birthday.  Yay!  It is lots of fun to be here and it was even better to surprise him completely with our visit!  But I have one teeny weeny little thing to complain about.  Every Christmas we haul over a set of presents from one side of the pond to the other.  Then, we must wrap them and make them look pretty and make sure we put the right name on the right gift.  Afterall, none of these gifts were bought by us, they were bought by my family or Mr. Charismatic’s family for us to deliver to the other family.  And of course we must lie to the security officers when they asked whether anyone gave us anything to bring with us. 

Then, we receive an entire second set of gifts to take back with us and wrap again - sometimes even heavier and more bulky than the last set!  (or maybe we just blame the gifts but really we bought too much stuff during our vacation). 

I think Christmas is wonderful and I’m especially happy that our families like each other so much that they want to exchange gifts.  I just feel bad for Mr. Charismatic who ends up doing most of it because he’s the organised one.  Maybe next year I ought to arrange a Secret Santa.