Valentine, Schmalentine

It's that time of year again. Chocolate. Red roses. A card. Maybe some jewelry &/or dinner if you're lucky.

I love all that stuff. Always did. Even as a kid, I remember hanging out at the drugstore contemplating the large array of Fannie May heart-shaped boxes of chocolate. Once I made a Valentine mailbox and put a bunch of valentines in it for my parents and brother. I made everyone sit there and get their (multiple) valentines one by one.

I'm still semi-obsessed except now it's on Jr's behalf - I spent last night (when not tending to Jr Jr's fever) at the grocery store getting supplies for his preschool party. Vanilla frosting, valentines (which I had to sign but not address. Jr. didn't get past a couple on his own), and goody bag items. I stood in the Valentine aisle forever, sweating over which candy to get (let's see - Butterfingers are made with peanuts but these are cute; they're heart-shaped - does anyone in his class have a peanut allergy, or is it cashews...hmm..). The prior day I stewed over rubber bracelets vs. pencils at Party City.

Yesterday after work Cranky came into the bedroom and said "You're not expecting anything for Valentine's Day, are you?" I gave him a dirty look. "Well, we're married now..." he said. Meaning he shouldn't have to bother. I gave him another dirty look. "Well I don't know what to get you. What should I get you?" "It's not that difficult," I said. If I tell him what to get it doesn't seem special. How hard is this? "Well, when am I even supposed to get something? We're not going out to dinner or anything are we?" he said.

I'm thinking of crashing Jr's Valentine's Day party at school for comfort.

Today's Playlist:
"More Than A Feeling" -Boston (it was on at the grocery store)
"Just What I Needed" - The Cars