My husband, the darling that he is, has apparently decided that today is not his "be-super-nice-to-the sweetie-you-love-since-you-forgot-all-about-your-anniversary-and-scheduled-elective-surgery-that-day" day. I'm expecting presents. Diamonds would be nice. Art would be better. A week off work (paid or not) would be best.
I'll settle for a lot of dish-washing on his part. Not that he doesn't do that already. See how nice I am?