living in a romance novel

I have never been one for the whole romantic to do. I think flowers are a waste of money because they die, chocolate...I can do that myself, lingerie...well anything that he will pick out would be totally unpractical and uncomfortable to say the least so my guy has gotten off pretty easy when it comes to the upcoming holiday. We always end up up going overboard buying stuff for the kids and today was no different. Well kind of. We decide that this year we will get each other something so we head into the department store and say meet me back in 20 minutes. At said time we found each other, both with arm fulls of stuff for ourselves and an item or 2 for the other. He of course had picked out the undies that will never get worn for me and I picked him out a pair of slippers. BUT for ourselves we did good. Whole outfits were assembled with accessories to boot! We pay for our stuff and head out to the car and I ask him if we should at least pick out a card for each other and he replies with "nah let's just go get some beer." Cheers! I really am living in a romance novel.