Valentine’s Day
Cue the theme music from Jaws because regardless of how many people dread February 14th, it’s coming. Next week.
I’m personally not a fan. Valentine’s Day has been historically unkind to me. On that day I’ve been forgotten, fought with, and even cheated on. Okay, technically the cheating didn’t occur on the 14th, but that was when it was revealed so it’s all about the same to me.
When hubby and I got together I made it very clear to him that I do not celebrate Valentine’s Day. It didn’t matter that he was amazing and would have loved to shower me with wonderful gifts, I wanted none of it. I even made it clear that should he propose on Valentine’s Day I would say no. He waited and popped the question on the 16th.
Even now that I’m married I chose to continue ignoring V-Day. Sure, I have a sweetie who would still love to shower me with wonderful gifts, but why should either of us be pressured to perform on a specific day because some zombie corporation can make an extra buck. Not to mention the number of people, women specifically, who are left feeling somehow less when they go through the day without getting a stupid box of chocolates or generic bouquet. That’s just not cool.
So here’s the deal. Valentine’s Day sucks. Instead of making it about romantic love let’s make this year about an unconditional love. Let’s love on people around us who need it. Buy a few dozen carnations and hand them out at the store to everyone you pass. Take a big box of chocolate to the office and share it with your coworkers. Leave cards under the wipers of your neighbors’ cars.
Valentine’s Day isn’t going away. I know, I’ve tried to get rid of it for quite a while. I can’t beat it so I’m joining but I’m sharing the love with more than just my family. Join me?
Too Much Television
What did Mom always say about that? Too much TV will rot your brain. You know what happens then? The smell of rotten lobes attracts the zombies. It’s like catnip to the undead.
Thus, I will not let Monkey watch TV tonight. Nor did I allow her to plant her posterior in front of it last night. The kid is six but is reading chapter books above her grade level independently yet she’s so lazy she’d rather watch an episode of Wonder Pets that she’s already seen ten times. Oy.
Honestly, if the zombies come calling I may let them nosh on her gray matter regardless of whether it’s past its freshness date or not since she seems determined not to use it anyway.
