Sunday, February 11, 2007

No Saints for Valentines

Valentines, schmalentines. I have never liked this holiday. It may stem from the fact that I was single for the first 25 years of my life and always hoping that that certain someone would send me a rose during 2nd period. I was so desperate I would have even taken the carnation.

Fast forward to Wednesday when I will be celebrating my 9th valentines day with my husband. And I tell you, I still hate this holiday. Years past have brought gifts ranging from running shorts to body fat calipers. Romance is not his forte. And forethought...well usually the gifts roll around right after I throw a small temper tantrum and huf away.

So why can't I stop myself from hoping that this year will be different? Will I get a card? I doubt it. Will I get flowers? Definitely not. Will I get jewelry? You've got to be kidding me.

The only thing coming my way is a mattress...don't get carried away, this isn't romantic, and we're not reliving college..this is a twin mattress, it's for the little boy.

It seems the only holiday on good old hubby's radar is the very romantic President's Day. And guess what comes with that? A mattress sale.

Romance at its best. I'm so lucky.