I have never had a good sense of timing and probably never well. On Valentine’s Day last week, I shared the thoughts from Trey Morgan’s guest blogger with Jan. I thought they very were amusing. The blog included a list of gifts not to give him, and a similar off limits gift list for her. One of the things on the off limits list for a male gift was: mushy cards. In fact this is exactly what guest blogger Amanda Sanders had to say:

Mushy Cards- I am sorry to disappoint you ladies (and you Hallmark Gold Crown stores across America). Guys in general, are not fans of cards. Nor do they stash away Valentine’s Day cards to reread in the wee hours of the night, after watching a movie marathon of Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail. So save your three to six dollars and hour long lunch break for something else!

I found this particular part of her list to be especially funny, and told Jan that too! As I said, I have never had a good sense of timing. A few hours later I received a very nice card with this note inserted in it:

Dear John,


Well, here is the mushy card I’m not supposed to be giving you for Valentine’s Day. I considered just throwing it away and pretending I never even thought of doing such a thing as give a card, but you know I could not waste a perfectly good card that I had spent good money on. Besides, I couldn’t very well save it and give it someone else who might appreciate it more. So here it is-the mushy Valentine’s Card.

Hopefully, the food accompanying the card, along with the manly meal of roast and potatoes tomorrow, will make up for my denseness. I f not, then I’ll resort to begging for an extra dose of patience and a second chance to do better next year.
So I hope you will accept this card for what it was intended to be-a gesture of my life and commitment to you. Happy Valentine’s Day!

My first reaction to her card and accompanying note was: I am the King of Poor Timing! But I had to be honest with her. I actually like mushy cards. As you can imagine, I liked her note better than the card! I was reminded that I married someone who has a good sense of humor. And she can express it well too! As we approach 26 years of marriage, I will continue to be the King of Poor Timing.

And she will continue to be the patient and good spirited woman I married so many years ago. If only all men could be as fortunate as I am!