Saturday morning I was standing on the sidelines of a soccer game (freezing my ass off, by the way) talking to the other soccer moms. The subject of Valentines Day came up.
Mom#1: “My husband bought me a ring. Well, it’s a long story, but I know I am getting a ring.”
Mom#2: “I’m not sure what my husband is going to do, but I am pretty sure it will involve roses.”
Then they stared at me expectantly.
“I told Clint that he better not waste any money on that kind of crap. I told him to just send me an email.”
It was at that point the alien burst through my gut prepared to devour them whole. At least that is the only reason I could figure for the look or horror on their face.
Mom #1 “Isn’t that a little….impersonal?”
I replied, “You mean as opposed to a card written by someone else that you just bought? Or overpriced flowers? Or marked up jewelry?”
Surprisingly, the conversation was dropped like a lead balloon. Gee, the interest in the game skyrocketed suddenly.
I am just not a fan of Valentines Day. I never have been. It usually ends in hurt feelings or money that doesn’t need to be spent or expectations that you try to meet but aren’t sure what they really are…blah blah blah
Here is my entry that I wrote last year.. I still feel the same way.
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