Valentine’s Day: For or Against?
Valentine’s Day: Love It or Hate It?
Valentine’s Day: It’s What’s for Dinner.
That’s what Kiefer and I did for our first Valentine’s Day: dinner. He surprised me by getting a babysitter for the boys, so he could take me out.
The next day he said, “I’m not really a Valentine’s Day kinda guy.”
RED FLAG! RED FLAG! DANGER, WILL ROBINSON, DANGER!
Immediately, I was up-in-arms to save all future Valentine’s Days.
But we have to celebrate Valentine’s Day! How can you be with me and slack on holiday that’s all about chocolate?! Where’s pod person Kiefer? Send him back now!
But really I’m torn on Valentine’s Day. I don’t expect a spectacular day (even though that would be an awesome surprise because no one has ever done it before). Why the low expectations?
Maybe Mephistopheles’s constant amnesia of special occasions made me expect only disappointment on Valentine’s Day, anniversaries, and birthdays.
Maybe spending so many years single dulled my feelings on Valentine’s Day.
- Maybe because I eat chocolate every day.
Instead of giving gifts, Kiefer and I plan a trip together. We’d much rather go on a weekend trip. This year we’re staying in a cabin at Deep Creek Lake.
Kiefer’s excited about the skiing, and I’m excited about the hot chocolate…and the hot tub…and the fireplace. Did I say I was excited about the hot chocolate?