Be My Valentine. More like Pee Pie Blabbenblime.
We don’t really do Valentine’s Day. Not in a statement way (I’m too busy not shaving my legs and shouting at people about hyphenated names to bother with making statements), just in a meh sort of way. It’s the boy’s birthday in late January, and our wedding anniversary is March 10, so lots of money has already been spent, and is to be spent shortly so may as well save the forty bucks and do it for free on the kitchen table with some tired house plants looking on, right? GB did put a valentine’s post-it note in the espresso machine for me to find this morning. When I got to it this morning it was damp and covered in coffee grounds, but I think the sticky bit had mostly not disintegrated, so that’s pretty romantic I think.
Anyway, y’all can celebrate if youse want to and as my gift to you for just one day I promise not to alarm you with talk of leg hair and the continuing pay disparity between men and women and the THE CHRIS FUCKING COCKSUCKER BROWN ISSUE. Please feel free to send left over chocolate to me for testing, and enjoy these sweet moves.
The true meaning of Valentine's Day...
Tam Said,
February 14, 2012 @ 16:15
Post-it Valentine – yeah baby – put Halmark out of business…. whaaat??? $5 for a freaking greeting card? are you kidding???? OR you can have your 5 year old make one, and you get a WAY BIGGER Awwweeee…. thanks. We won’t mention the 2.5 hour session of filling out the said, 5 year olds, class valentines, and the migrane that followed.
Emma Said,
February 14, 2012 @ 17:23
Happy love day to you too. Now fuck you ‘cos I’ll never get that 26 seconds of my life back. Gggrrr.