Romance is not dead- just wounded

Short Version-

• Thought 1: "Must remember to buy gift while at Target"
• Thought 2: "Must remember to remove gift from Target bag prior to going inside the house"
• Score at the end of the day: 1 out of 2.

Long Version-

• Found desired Jack Johnson CD at Target for Hubby's 'big exciting gift'
• Ran a bunch of errands after Target trip (forgetting goals of the day by the time I was done)
• Arrived home & Hubby dutifully helped unload & unbag while I cleaned out the car
• Came into the house to find said 'big exciting gift' on counter next to deodorant and new $8.99 shirt for me that I didn't need but couldn't pass up... damn Target.
• Winced at the discovery that 'big exciting gift' was found. The gig was up.
• Trudged into the laundry room to unceremoniously hand over 'big exiciting gift' and inform Hubby that he had discovered *his* very fancy Valentine's gift.
• "Oh- I thought you bought it for yourself"
• "Nope."

See- after 17 years, romance is not dead, just really really sore...