And all for the want of a Hallmark card

Conservative in the Closet has an amusing piece on the importance many women (excluding herself and Mrs. F2) ascribe to holiday, birthday, and anniversary cards.

It all boils down to three simple words that will ensure that you don’t sleep in the dog house after “special” days like birthdays, Valentine’s Day and your anniversary: Get the card.

It sounds so simple, but I now realize how much heartache can be saved by encouraging men to make sure that no matter what they plan for their wife/girlfriend, to take into consideration that she may be one of the 99% of women who will still say “where’s the card” – even after the most spectacular gift or festivities.

I first heard these words of wisdom on the radio from a gregarious business reporter. In his unmistakably brash, Italian American, New York accent he explained how he had planned a romantic weekend for his wife in Ottawa. He booked a suite at the Chateau Laurier hotel, he got tickets to some gallery even though he hates art. He bought chocolates and snagged a table at a trendy restaurant and even arranged for a babysitter for their one child for the entire weekend.

As they were checking out of the hotel, his wife looked at him with tears in her eyes and said: where’s the card?

As ridiculous as it sounds – her weekend was devastated by the lack of a card.

Allow me an off-the-wall analogy: he prepared the house for the Sabbath and lit candles, but forgot to say the bracha? 🙂 (After all, the Sabbath is metaphorically descibed as a bride, and a greeting card is a cartis bracha in modern Hebrew…)

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