By now you know how I feel about holidays. For the most part holidays are a poor excuse for stores to have a sale of some sort. Right now I’m leafing through the Sunday sale papers. What do we have? Chocolate, perfume, diamonds, lingerie and kitchen appliances.
You know what I think is hot? A nice dinner where I don’t have to wash any dishes and a promise to spend alone time on a day other than Valentine’s. That says we’re serious AND the guy thinks about his love for his mate on days other than a trumped commercial holiday.
Am I a woman scorned? Hardly. It’s just holidays rub me the wrong way. For instance did you know that this day is a fertility day? So the holiday is half right. Yes you are suppose to get laid but you are also suppose to produce a baby hence the fertility part of the holiday.
Granted I can’t image a greeting card that says: “Hope you get knocked up today.” Although that would be one hell of an amusing card. Scary if you don’t know who sent it.
So, Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess.
Oh, thank goodness! The phone is ringing.
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