Yes, that’s a heart shape crab cake with artichoke heart salad. Yes, I love Valentines Day. Yes, I truly believe it was invented by the Hallmark card industry to make you over pay with sparkly obligations of I LOVE YOU. Yes, Valentines Day is most definitely V-Day. A BIG fat V! It’s an excuse to eat the more than my share and your share for that matter of chocolate, drink wine, and wait, what were we doing?
Ah yes, counting the I Love You ways. My kids and I did up the glitter glue crafts with heart stickers and sent them out to cousins and grandparents and piled them up for classmates. My daughter bounces around the house singing, “Three more days to Valuntimes day!” No, she hasn’t out grown her baby lisp. I hope she never does! SNIFF! My son hasn’t said much about the holiday, but I will say that Hannah and Ava’s cards are a little extra extravagant as compared to let’s say Ryan’s.
Love is in the air. Love is more tangible in chocolate, but I’m sure if I tried to taste air….scratch that. I just remembered a horribly funny fart story.
Did you know that they make Cupid Candy Corn? They do!
Did you know that if you buy a whole box of sea salt chocolate covered caramels a few days before Valentines Day that they will be gone a few days before Valentines Day? It’s true!
Did you know that if you shoot your girlfriend dead that you will no longer be a super hero? Why do I have to say WHAT THE FUCK on Valentines Day?
But I’m gonna say it! WHAT THE FUCK!? Oscar was and is a supernatural real life hero. The adversity he has overcome clearly and unfortunately has nothing on the demons that were chasing him. What kid does not become inspired by Blade Runner?
I guess it is OK to say FUCK on Valentines Day. Perhaps this will get more men to enjoy the holiday. You just lie there picking caramel out of your teeth Baby, and I will…
I love Valentines Day! It’s a great chance to tell all the people that you love that you love them and pay for it one way or the other. Here you go….
I Love You, running!
Ah-Ha! Like I wouldn’t talk about running. I love you kids, I love you family, I love you chocolate, I love you running shoes, but really I love you ability. If you get kicked down enough, when you come up..and eventually you almost always will if you are a persistent bitch, then you get this really great thankful high. It’s another layer on perspective. As the workouts turn out and the miles fly by, I find myself more enjoying than expecting…and that doesn’t mean that I’m not doing well. This isn’t sour grapes, this is really good Pinot Noir (NO! Not right NOW, now is coffee)….my point, if there ever was one, is that this is the year of the Gemini Snake.
That’s not a good point.
Then you are clearly not a Gemini Snake.
Happy Chocolate Day! Everyone can have one except Oscar!