|At the risk of making all the rest of you manly-man dudes out there look bad, here’s what I did for my favorite woman who happens to think fresh-cut flowers are not such a nice thing to get as a token of enduring love. (Dying flowers?)
The idea was influenced by an exhibit at X-Initiative (during the show where we presented D’Nono) and a post on my friend Deb’s Blog.
Hand-cut, homemade, gingerbread, Valentine’s anagram!
Edible, they become part of your body. How much more symbolic can you get? After eating a few cookies we got to work on additional phrases.
She was thrilled. I got to eat cookies. Win, win!
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