If anyone is still out there, that is.
I just haven’t been in the blogging spirit since Christmas. There’s something about the post-holiday season that really gets me down. I don’t think I’m coming off any kind of high, and I don’t think it’s lack of sunlight (tried using a light box, but it didn’t help). I just get moody in January, and it hasn’t gone away yet. Yeah, I know it’s the middle of February. Maybe it’s the snow and the cold making me want to hibernate. Maybe I just need to get out more. Okay, this topic has grown tiresome for me. Let’s talk about Valentine’s Day.
Do you celebrate Valentine’s Day? Do you find it an annoyingly pink, commercial scam? We used to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but I don’t know. Lately, it’s seemed more like an obligation. It’s Valentine’s Day. Have to do something. I’ve got a friend who never celebrates it on the 14th because that’s the day her husband married his first wife. It’d be sort of like celebrating the anniversary of a failed marriage, I guess. She doesn’t understand why he chose that day to get married, but I’ll bet it had something to do with being able to remember his anniversary.
I have a hard time remembering the exact date of my wedding anniversary. If I don’t have it in my phone and on the calendar, it’ll just pass on by without my even realizing it. I’m not sure if Merkin finds this amusing or annoying. He’s taken to casually reminding me that it’s coming up. He’s much better at remembering things than I am.
Anyway…back on topic.
BratzBasher can’t stand Valentine’s Day. She thinks it’s too pink and girly and forced. She cringes at the sight of hearts (though she won’t hesitate to eat them if they’re chocolate) and lace. She groans at the sound of cheesy poetry and love songs. It’s kind of fun to tease her about it.
BB’s German class had to make valentines yesterday. The teacher typed up a list of “sweet nothings” that they could put on their valentines, but most of the class resorted to googling bad pickup lines. Much giggling ensued. I haven’t seen BB’s creation yet, but I have been assured that it’s funny.
If there’s anyone still reading this, I have a question for you: What’s the best — or worst Valentine’s Day that you can remember? I’d share a story, but — as I’ve already stated — I have the worst memory, and I’m drawing a blank. Well, I do remember being embarrassed about carrying a teddy bear around my high school. Oh, that isn’t embarrassing? It played “You Are My Sunshine” and came attached to balloons. Okay, I know it’s actually sweet, but I never liked drawing attention to myself in high school. My boyfriend that year was a hopeless romantic, though. He even listened to Michael Bolton. Okay, part of me was happy that he did something nice for me for Valentine’s Day, but I guess I would’ve preferred him to be a little more discreet. I hope his wife appreciates the attention more than I did. Hopeless romanticism shouldn’t be wasted on us stick-in-the-mud types.
I did get the funniest valentine from my sister. Bythelbs sent me a card with a picture of Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. The front said, “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” On the inside, it said, “End my agony and be my valentine.” I showed it to the ladies in my craft group at the library. They all got a huge kick out of it. Even BratzBasher liked it.
And now, for your amusement, I found this on Swoonworthy.net:
(BratzBasher can’t stop laughing.)