The man totally fails at mind reading.
So for his Valentines Day present, I got him a skip bin to fill with crap before our upcoming move and he got me some professional packers. Although I really booked the professional packers and later told him over dinner about his Valentines Day present to me.
Speaking of which, do you really know what brings all the boys to my yard? And it ain't no bloody milkshake. It is a pile of crap and a skip bin. The neighbourhood kids are fascinated with it and wonder why we replaced the trampoline with a large container, that ironically now contains said trampoline.
What did you get for Valentines Day?