We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.
I may be Oscar the Grouch, but I’m not a fan of any holidays other than Christmas and Halloween. Halloween only because I like dark and spooky things, and Christmas because it’s the only time of year my entire family can get together.
For no reason at all, my husband decided to swing by the store on the way home from work and grab some chocolates and a card for me. It was a sweet (though unnecessary) gesture, and a complete surprise. I’m glad he didn’t opt for flowers, since that definitely would have been overkill for a holiday we don’t really celebrate.
I’m not anti-Vday cranky or anything. We don’t really celebrate our birthdays either.
So, since he decided to give me a little Vday present, I thought it would be an opportune time to roll out the “10 Reasons I Love My Baby,” a handwritten note on ruled paper, mocking the love notes of my youth. I’m not going to rehash my 10 reasons here, suffice to say one of them involved his long chicken legs and big head.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!