Tuned in to my favorite oldies station on the way home from work, I listened to Elvis Presley's "Love Me Tender." As the song faded, the DJ said over the last tremulous chords, "Valentine's Day is right around the corner, folks. Don't forget about your sweetheart."
I sighed. My husband, Louis, was dead. Every year for the 15 years we were married, Louis had given me a funny card on Valentine's Day. In fact, his sense of fun had kept me smiling all year round.
"My sweetheart is gone," I said wistfully to the disc jockey on the radio. "And I don't find myself laughing quite so much anymore."
Passing the grocery store I decided to make a quick stop for bread, milk, potatoes—just the staples. I wished Louis were around to share the country-fried potatoes I'd make for dinner.
When I got home, I put water on the stove to boil and ripped open the 10-pound sack. There, right on top, was a perfect heart-shaped spud.
I burst out laughing. This was exactly the kind of stunt my husband might have pulled! But since Louis wasn't here to do it himself, an angel had delivered my funny valentine.
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