In my travels all this past week, I came across more than one person - I think it was a grand total of four so I'm not exaggerating here - who told me they couldn't wait to find out what Better Half got me for Valentine's Day this year.
This interest apparently was generated by my column in this space last Sunday where I again reminded readers who dare to indulge their eyes on these written thoughts that my husband is a very clever man indeed.
You see he always strives on Feb. 14 to somehow mark the holiday in a special way.
If you didn't catch last week's column and might be wondering what I'm rattling on about, here's the Reader's Digest version.
For past Valentine's Days, Better Half has given me shovels because he "double digs" me; a broom because I "swept" him off his feet; a pencil sharpener to "get to the point" that ours is a true love; a coffeepot because our love is always "brewing;" and candy bars because he's "sweet" on me. You get the picture here, right? Feel the love, yes?
There was the one year, too, when he got me a can of peas and a can of carrots because we always say we're a team. We go together. We're like "peas and carrots."
So I wrote the column wondering what I'd get this year, putting the old wifely pressure on the husband to shine yet another year. Come on, sweetums, I urged him on after he'd digested the implications of last Sunday's column. They're all counting on you.
Well this year, quite simply, Better Half "fell" for me. Head over heels.
Last Monday, the day before Valentine's Day, he took a bad tumble on the ice and snow, just as he was about to scrape the windows on the car that sits outside - the car in which he was about to drive off into the sunset to buy the props for the 2012 Kiaski Valentine installment.
Instead, he called me at work to report the injury, and I insisted on coming home to escort him to the emergency room.
As we drove there, I told him, "Well, looks like you 'fell' for me this year, sugarplum."
And we chuckled, too, during our very brief time in the waiting room where I mentioned, "Boy, some people will do anything to get out of going Valentine's Day shopping."
My gift was the doctor's declaration that nothing was broken or torn, just a hard jamb.
So he "slipped up" on the intended gift - the purchase of a rope and spurs, all part of a Valentine message of my having roped his love and my spurs that make his heart go "jingle-jangle-jingle."
As for what I got Better Half, it was a loaf of bread from Steubenville Bakery - can't go wrong there.
And, of course, I presented it to him with a heartfelt sentiment.
I told him his Valentine's Day gift maybe didn't cost a lot of "dough," but at "yeast" it's the thought that counts.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)