My husband and I were supposed to go to Hawaii for Valentine's Day, our dream
vacation, but I got the flu and couldn't travel. I felt so badly about it, but
Howie wouldn't let me feel sorry for myself. Instead, on Valentine's Day, he
took me into our living room, blind-folded, and then he took off the blind-fold
and before me was a luau of succulent Hawaiian foods, paper cut-outs of hunky
Hawaiian men, and he, dressed up in a grass skirt, lei and a ukele. We ate and
he sang Don Ho songs. He was wonderful and it was better than any 'real'
vacation. Thank you, darling!
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