Trashy romance novels and my daughters

The husband admitted to me on Saturday night that he let the girls loose in the used bookstore's trashy romance section.  They scoured the section for the best cover art, bought their books, wrapped them, and gave them to me for my birthday yesterday.  I was laughing hysterically as he told me this, and half afraid of what they would get for me.  Now?  I can definitely laugh.  E chose a book with a heroine wearing a long purple gown ("Mama, purple princess lady!") being snuggled by a burly man, while L chose one with a heroine alone on the cover wearing a wedding dress.  Her reasoning?  "She looks like YOU, Mama!"  Oh my goodness...LOL!