What's the point of Valentine's Day anyway? Seriously. Let's get down to brass tax and investigate. I'm going to throw February 14th into the same category as St. Patrick's Day. Both "holidays" are made up essentially. In Ireland, St. Paddy's Day is a RELIGIOUS holiday, not a "hey-everyone-lets-get-knee-walking-hammered-and-show-everyone-our-green-underpants" type day. Valentine's Day-- well, we should just erase it from our calendarios. An excuse to show/tell someone that you love them? That should be EVERY DAY.
My husband and I don't celebrate today. It's another Tuesday, just like the one last week. I'm not wearing pink or red or sparkly heart jewelry. I can also guarantee that Chris isn't planning some elaborate romantic dinner (when I get back to Chicago tomorrow night) or went out and purchased some skanky-ass underdrillies. *fun fact: since being pregnant I have upgraded all my underpants to full coverage because my ass is expanding in a non-hot way.*
The hopeless romantics out there need to get out of their heads that a perfect Valentine's Day doesn't exist........ only in the movies. In fact, the most romantic thing(s) that Chris could pull off would be the following:
I arrive home to a freshly cleaned house, complete with clean sheets, no dishes in the sink, a fed and walked poochie and no therbie furs in the corners of the floor. Perhaps a lovely bouquet of fresh flowers will be sitting atop the counter? Dinner is in the oven. That would be a perfectly romantic thing.
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