
Who’s Dennis?
The door bell rang and I peeked out to see a man holding flowers. He confirmed my name and handed me the bouquet. On Valentines Day, my husband usually brings me flowers in person, so this delivery was a surprising out-of-character event. I opened the accompanying card and read a Valentine’s greeting with love from Dennis. Who Dennis is I have no idea. My son called just then and I asked him if he sent me flowers. His name is not Dennis, but thought I’d check anyway. He said no, not this year; too broke. I told him someone named Dennis apparently sent me flowers, and he asked me if I was having an affair.
Then I thought of my other son whose name starts with a D, but I had spoken to him earlier, and I think he would have inquired about the floral delivery if he was in fact the sender. I called my husband and asked him if he was my paramour, which he confirmed with dismay about the mystery man taking credit for his romantic effort.
My apologies to Dennis, whoever he is, and his wife who at this moment is probably opening a card from my husband. On the upside, look at this great Valentine’s Day find from my local pasta specialty shop – heart-shaped ravioli. Served it with vodka sauce – yum!

tomato ravioli and lobster ravioli
Happy Valentine’s Day, Dennis!
We should thank Dennis for bringing smiles to our faces. Happy Valentine’s Day!
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LOL, Ro. I know. For some reason, this really cracked me up.
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Haha. That’s pretty good.
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It was funny and good material for a blog post too.
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It’s always heartwarming to spread romantic cheer on Valentine’s Day. (However, it’s always preferable to spread it with people we actually know — just to avoid that awkward moment when they open your card and say, “Huh?”)
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I’m sure Dennis’ wife / significant other would agree with you. The card said “thinking of you.” Maybe this was an attempt at some type of reconciliation and he missed the golden opportunity. Oh my.
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