I remember it like it was yesterday. The Alfred University sweatshirt crumpled up in a ball in the back seat of my boyfriend's car. He nonchalantly pointed to it and said, "That's your Valentine, gift by the way."
Or fast forward 20 years to a boyfriend who told me he was going to propose to me by or on Valentine's Day. Instead, he was late picking me up and we went to Dave and Buster's and played video games and pop a shot basketball. BWAAHAAAHAA!! I still have the boots and the date jacket I bought for that very occasion.
Ah, or when back in my single days of being a school teacher. The year I hit the jackpot with good chocolates as gifts from my students and I literally ate all the chocolate that weekend while watching movies and taking breaks to nap and do my nails.
Due to the fact that most of my Valentine's Days have been completely dysfunctional festivals of pathetic emotional hopes and dreams of romantic bliss only to be shattered....I have decided that I hate Valentine's Day. Dang, reading these run on sentences again is cracking me up.
Thanks to my friends and Ben and Jerry's ice cream, nothing is insurmountable, really.
Add to all this that I married a man who has a significantly bad memory from a Valentine's Day many many years ago so really I have no chance.
Seriously, Barry Manilow, you did me NO favors! Couldn't you have sung about cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry or taking online classes? That would have prepared me much better for my future and it would have helped my husband a lot.
Here is an example of a more appropriate song lyric that may have helped me grow up to become a more realistic and healthy adult (set to the tune of my favorite, Weekend in New England) haha although, this weekend I would NOT want to be in New England due to the weather forecast.
"Weekend In the Kitchen"
|Pink heart pancakes for breakfast|
|I don't see any romance here, just cuteness. John is learning how to get his own clothes and get dressed all by himself so he got a sweater vest and pulled it on like pants. He is currently running around in his underwear while I finish this post.|
|My Valentines. (Pilar is not pictured because she not here this weekend)|