i have never been a big fan of valentine’s day, even now, when i have someone to spend it with. i don’t know that i ever had disdain for today, but i didn’t magically come to love it once i was off the market. it’s just a day.
truth be told, my husband used to send flowers to my office every valentine’s day, until we got engaged. that year, i wasn’t feeling well and decided to leave work early, but sent a quick note to future-hubs (past hubs?) to ask him if i’d be missing anything if i went home before 5:00. he was confused. so i gently reminded him that he always sends me flowers on valentine’s day, and his response was something like, “oh that was before we got engaged. you said yes. pressure’s off!”
well you know what honey? that goes both ways. it didn’t even occur to me to shave my legs this morning. happy valentine’s day!
(p.s. i love my husband like crazy and he randomly brought home flowers 2 weeks ago, though they died pretty quickly after that because i put them in a vase and then stuck them under a lamp, but it’s the thought that counts. he is the best.)
these just arrived at my office, and i am a terrible person. they ever look like buster! hubs sure knows the way to my heart.
brb gotta go home and shave my legs.