Sly and I went away for our anniversary. We didn't take the RV because we thought it would be nice to not be home and we didn't want to worry about a thing. It was a low key weekend, but that is what we wanted.
Now Sly has never been a romantic guy. He doesn't understand it, and actually thinks that romantic gestures are a bit silly. I love him dearly, but I had given up romance years ago. So, when the waiter at the restaurant in the hotel we stayed at brought out an anniversary cake. I was deeply confused. Not to mention a package of my favorite chocolates. I look over and Sly is sitting there barely able to contain himself. It seems that the big dope bought the cake and candy, AND arranged for the hotel to bring it out after dinner. All without my knowledge, and all by himself. So, I think we should all congratulate Sly for a job well done!