||[Feb. 14th, 2006|07:04 am]
Thank you to kimmaline for the lovely box of virtual chocolates that now adorns my user info page. That was so sweet of you! Pretty, and no calories!
Ferrett and I have declared "Valentine Amnesty" this year. We're feeling a bit impoverished, what with the home repair costs, and I have class until late. I much prefer just coming home to a cuddle than going out. And it's not like we need a special day on which to be mushy to each other - we're moony-in-love all the time! I don't need to be reminded that my hubby is a special, wonderful, and amazing person. It's all right there for me to see. Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie.
And it's not like we need a special day on which to be mushy to each other - we're moony-in-love all the time!
Funny - I just said the same thing about my wife and I in Fox's blog. Sure, we exchanged cards this morning, and she bought me a Comic Book Guy book, but we don't get sucked in to the "buy 20 karats' worth of diamonds and a truck of chocolate because otherwise you don't love her" spiel that is foisted upon us this time of year.
I have three young adults (18 to 21) in the house who shower and rush off to class, leaving the tub -eww- grungy. My hubby scrubbed it until it shined so I could try my new bath therapy products. Now THAT's true love folks! (Anybody can just buy cards or chocolates.)
Happy Valentine's Day!!
Now that there is a keeper! Happy Valentine's Day!
My husband changed the kitty litter before he went on his business trip so I wouldn't have to do it! Thanks, sweetie!
We're going to get a heart-shaped deep-dish pizza delivered to us and watch "House" on tv. Maybe we'll watch "Fight Club" or something, too. He was making noise about cleaning up and scanning some of my art, a chore I hate doing. That's real love. Aww.
Will have to read later when I can actually enjoy it. Thanks for the link!
I can remember being 19 and my Freshman (in college) Drama teacher asked us to "do something for Valentine's Day," sing a love song, recite a poem. I was at sixes and sevens until I happened to find Reverend Gene Scott while flicking channels
Somewhere in the fire-and-brimstone speech I gave, I said "So, 364 days a YEAR (365 during Leap Year, gimme an 'Amen!') we get no loooooove, but ONE. DAY. A. YEAR. One! we show love. That's a sin! An abomin-aaaay-shun!"
I still feel the same way about the holiday, with more "Diamonds. She'll pretty much have to cynicism thrown in.
You are quite welcome, darling. I consider you to be amongst the upper percentile of people I would enjoy sharing chocolate with...virtual chocolate is the best we can manage!
You, too, dear. Thank you again.