This weekend my FIL had his 70th birthday. Some of his oldest friends came out for the birthday dinner and Ralf went over this afternoon to visit more with people he's known since he was a kid.
Soon after he left the house, the phone rang. It was Ralf.
Ralf: 'I'm such a schmuck. I forgot Valentine's Day.'
Me: 'Really?' (I'd totally missed it, there's much less hype about V Day in Germany.)
Ralf: 'Are you mad at me?'
Me: 'I am now.'
Ralf: 'I shouldn't have called.'
Me: 'No, you should have. I'd have figured it out eventually.'
Ralf: 'Tomorrow the Americans don't work so we don't have any calls. How about I make dinner?'
I like this idea. I agree. Then I have an idea that makes me even happier.
Me: 'You could shop for dinner ingredients too.'
A brief silence. I'm raising the stakes here but he owes me for forgetting. And although I don't mention it, he'll have to clean the kitchen after dinner, too.
Ralf: 'Any requests?'
Me: 'Nothing with tentacles.'
Ralf: 'Deal. I love you.'
Me: 'I love you, too.'