This Valentine’s Cookie Crumbles Quite Nicely

(My boyfriend is not coming home this Valentine’s Day, due to work and class for him, and me taking a trip to New Jersey. We are talking two days before. I make a semi-unusual request for Valentine’s Day, since I’m a psychology major.)

Me: “Hey, baby, I know what you can get me for Valentine’s Day.”

Boyfriend: “A hippopotamus?”

(Hippo is my affectionate nickname for him.)

Me: “Well, yes, but a desk reference version of the DSM-5.”

(He does some research and finds one for cheap on Amazon. I also request chocolate, as that’s the only true reason why I like Valentine’s Day.)

Boyfriend: “When I get paid, yes.”

Me: *squeals* “Thanks, baby!”

(Fast forward to the next day, the day before Valentine’s Day. I’m texting him at home and he sends a picture. It turns out to be a picture of a heart shaped cookie covered in pink frosting.)

Boyfriend: “I decorated this cookie for you but I’m going to eat it for you since I can’t see you tomorrow.”

(I think he’s a keeper!)