Mrs. Nouveau is Nouveau

Mrs. Nouveau has lost nearly 30 pounds (I found a few of them around my beltline, however) since starting Weight Watchers in November. I'm proud of her, she's proud of her (as she should be), in fact everyone's proud of her. She wasn't huge to start with, but really looks fantastic and as a reward recently spent a king's ransom on new hair cut and coloring/highlighting. She looks great. As I said in my last post, if I wasn't such a fucking catch, I'd fear she was primping to move on to someone better/richer/handsomer.

Weight Watchers, however, is not cheap. Nor is eating healthy. Nor is needed so many new clothes!

So, for a Valentine's present I used some of the money I won on the Superbowl with some I had squirreled away to take her clothes shopping on Saturday evening. I understand its sort of a cop-out, but it's so much easier with her there. I do, however, offer solid opinions when asked.

I didn't tell her how much I had to spend but every time she decided on something I'd ask "anything else you need?" Funny that she quit shopping before I reached my budget so I took her out to a simple late dinner, which was very nice.

Then yesterday, she went through ALL her clothes. I'm talking an 8 foot closet chock full plus a woman's dresser and a man's dresser's worth. Much of the stuff she hadn't worn in years or completely forgot she owned. She purged a bunch of the "bigger" clothes as well as tons of stuff she didn't like/want/need. In the end, however, it was like she just came back from "What Not To Wear" with how much "new" stuff she had discoverd. She kept popping in while I watched golf to show what she found that was long forgotten or that now fit when it hadn't in so long.

When mama's happy, the house is happy, right?

Valentine's Day

So, tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Flowers. Candies. Dinners. Lingerie. Jewelry. Hearts. Cards. Printers.

Printers?

Yeah.

Last week I did the good husband thing ordered live (not cut) flowers and some chocolates to be sent to Mrs. Blogger at her work. Not only because its the right thing to do, but also because her co-workers seem to have heels for husbands/boyfriends, so Mrs. B can bathe in a jealousy bath. She likes that and its cool with me. Hopefully, my order will get there tomorrow as the forecast is for a big ole Nor'easter snowstorm. Twelve to eighteen inches!! Finally. Taking The Little One skiing for the first time this weekend too. Cool! Stay tuned.....

Anyway, last night we went out for dinner a bit of shopping. She picked out a nice skirt and some semi-sexy sleepwear. That's the appetizer for Valentine's.

What she doesn't know is, I will head out tonight (hopefully before the snow) to find a real nice photo-quality printer. Is that a lame gift? I KNOW she wants one and I did the whole expensive jewelry thing at Christmas.

Reading Whitey's Blog got me thinking about other potentially lame Valentine's gifts. Some mentioned there were:

• Scope
• McDonald's gift card
• Pajama Gram
• Name-a-Star
• Vacuum
• Bowling Ball
• VT Teddy Bear

Actually, I've done two of the three. Eek! Can you guess which ones? I'll wear the Scarlet "L" for Loser.

I came up with a few more I'll be sure to avoid. How about these gems?

• Cleaning supplies
• Wiper blades
• Cheese of the Month Club
• Crock Pot
• Charcoal-Lined Fart Filter Panties
• Weight Loss Pills
• Nair
• Feminine Products

Any other ideas? What have you gotten? Given?

I guess the worst gift could be nothing. Or is it?