Ok, so I know that the title of the post sounds sortve cynical, but in all honestly, my Valentine’s Day was really quite pleasant.
Valentine’s Day and I have a long history that has been, shall we say, less than stellar. As someone who went to school in an era before you were required to give a Valentine to everyone in your class, I have some pretty rotten memories of Valentine’s Day in school. It did not improve significantly for me as an adult and, for the last 10 years, due to his experiences on Valentine’s Days past, Mr.POSSLQ and I have largely ignored it (except for enjoying the day after, aka Cheap Chocolate Day).
There was no elaborate plan. There was a nice breakfast, grocery shopping, a lovely dinner and a trip to Trader Joes. There’s also a heart-shaped, zebra-striped pillow that we’ve had a running joke about for weeks that came from the grocery store (where it was pleasantly about 1/2 off in price! Score!) And lest you think I did nothing… we stopped at Central Market on the way home and went straight to the product we needed and then checked out. I know that probably sounds like nothing, but I’ve been known to spend well over an hour browsing in Central Market… so my “gift” was choosing to put my love of browsing aside and honor Mr.POSSLQ’s desire to get in, get what we needed and get out of the store as quickly as possible. If you don’t “get” that that has value (and is a good relationship skill), that’s fine.
We picked up fondue cheese at Central Market and will have that for dinner tomorrow (today? I don’t know. I got up early and I’m tired but I know me and don’t want to go to bed TOO early). Figure that since we actually HAVE a fondue pot, that maybe using it now and then is a good thing.
Anyhow, I thought it important to say that Valentine’s Day was pretty darn fab this year and it wasn’t some big, elaborate, expensive extravaganza of jewelry, chocolates, expensive dinners, flowers and insincerity. I got to spend the day with someone I like. It was pleasant and there was Cherry Limeade. And honestly, that’s all I’ve ever really wanted from Valentine’s Day. For it to leave a pleasant memory for me. (Thanks, Mr. POSSLQ)