Seems fitting that I am hungover as I write something for Valentine’s Day for my wife. Why wouldn’t it I was hungover when I first met her in Seattle and needed to eat before going to the bar with friends. So it was in the restaurant that I met my wife.
Maybe this is why when my friends called yesterday to go out I was frothing at the mouth waiting for them to get me.
I am actually against valentine’s Day. As I feel this is society’s way of telling you to do something special. Doing something special? Hey dummy this is what you should be doing everyday to show respect to that special someone.
I always think you can go out and have that special night any day of the year. Or stay home cook a special meal, enjoy a glass of wine (or bottle, bottles). Do you really need a calendar to reminded of this. I would hope not.
Buy flowers are you kidding me? Oh I used to buy these. But it was words of wisdom from my mother in law that stopped me from this. “You can’t eat flowers” she said. Please do not get me wrong if my kids want to buy flowers I will purchase any bouquet they choose. You just won’t see me standing in line on February 13th or 14th looking pathetic with all the other chumps getting that last minute bouquet at the grocery store hoping to be the casanova of the year.
So maybe I am the grinch of Valentine’s Day, I don’t mind I am glad that I can express my views and not be punished for them. Some couples whole relationship can be destroyed over a blundered valentine’s Day. But not my relationship no way. This is why after my friends picked me up to go drink, I had them stop at the store. So I could crutch my butt in and by heart shaped boxes full of chocolates and if my hands could have held them I would have maybe pick up a bouquet of roses for the loves of my life who waited for my return.
Happy Valentine Day.