Ok, so yesterday was my wife's birthday. On Saturday she went with my mom to North Carolina to the Biltmore house and a concert up there, which I paid for. Then, for her birthday we went out for the day and she got to go shoe shopping for whatever she wanted. Finally I took her out for a very nice birthday dinner. After all was said and done, I was in the doghouse. Why? I forgot to get her a damn card. A little folded piece of cardboard in a paper envelope with some words on it had more bearing on the outcome of the whole weekend than anything else I did for her. Is it just me, or does anyone else find this the least bit absurd?

Bottom Line: Guys, buy her a damn card. Forget the vacations, the fancy dinners, and the diamonds. All she really wants is a stupid card.

Damn you Hallmark!!