Yes, Dear, I see your pretty feathers and magnificent wingspan. I am impressed, really I am, and I'll be sure to tell my friends all about you again.
Alright, Honey, I'll go home and clean out the garage. Wouldn't that be a thoughtful expression of my love for you?
Yes, Dear, I have to say that would impress me, especially since I keep knocking over junk I've left at the front of the garage whenever I walk around the front of the van. You're my hero!
This thinly disguised scenario is dedicated to my ever-practical, ever-non-romantic husband. Your cleaning up the front of the garage (you know, the place where I kept piling stuff I didn't want to drag into the house because I'm trying to keep from cluttering up the house) is actually much nicer than a bouquet of flowers :-)