I am a hopeless romantic.
Problem is, I married someone without an OUNCE of romance in his body.

I mean... one birthday I got a drive through meal from burger king. I love flowers and cards, sappy little emails and notes saying I love you.

Nope, my hubby doesn't have it in him.

(My first husband though, he could certainly make things romantic even when they were going horribly wrong... guess I went for the polar opposite this go-round)