Everywhere I go I am reminded of the impending doom. watching TV and listening to the radio I see and hear what seems like hundreds of people telling me and my significant other that it is expected of us to BUY something for that special someone. Really? Does a cluster of cold diamonds on a chain really say I love you and I am there for you and always will ? Or better yet a $50 - $100 bouquet of roses that die within days really say "Hey your are my number 1"? Not in my book, and there are better ways to spend/save that money.
The pressure of the media to buy buy buy drives me absolutely crazy. Really are we as a society not in debt enough with everything else that we are pressured to buy?
Can someone pass me some chocolate and shoot the cupid?!
I have no idea where this irrational fear of V-day came from. It was never a holiday that I got all excited for, but I enjoyed it as much as the next person. If nothing else, I always loved the fact that I had someone around who would buy me all that stuff if I so desired and wait with me for two hours to get a table at a restaurant to eat.
MD felt the NEED to buy me something, the little turd. I came home to a card (with his beloved wiener dogs on it) and a bag of Hershey kisses and a monster Hershey bar. He said he knew these were my favorite candy and he HAD to get me something. I smiled, laughed, and then kissed the top of his head and told him to get out of the house (he was getting ready to go to the hockey game).
So here I sit in an empty house (no I have no idea where my kids are) on the couch with a huge bag of kisses. I guess it is a good day after all.
Oh, hold that thought Devin just walked in. So much for the quiet part.
1 comment:
it sounds as if, despite your best efforts to run away from Valentine's day, it found you. that's not such a bad thing, is it?
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