Fake holidays
I was going to use this time and space on a diatribe about Valentine's Day and holidays that aren't actually holidays and are only creations of Hallmark and Russell Stover and the military industrial complex. Every year at about this time, Judybat and I have to remind each other, as we pass yet another store that looks like Cupid has vomited on it, that we don't give each other gifts on or about Feb. 14. (There have been two exceptions. Once I sent her roses. And once, way back during our courting days, she left me the biggest, ugliest box of chocolates you've ever seen on the front seat of my car. It was terrifying.)
But a funny thing happened this year. Judybat and The Boy are leaving me for the day. And I suddenly find myself desperately sad about the prospect of spending the faux festivities without them. So here are my plans for the night: Work late, order pizza and console my poor little self by watching the most romantic movie
I know for what might well by the 100th time.
posted by AnnaRay at 4:24 PM
8 Comments:
Carve the pizza into the shape of a heart. Then stab a knife through it.
How's that for Valentine's?
{grin}
ESB?
good choice.
Ya know, you could always call us, aka "girls at the lake." We'd shower you with love and hugs.
Then you missed the Valentine's Day special presentation on the always-engrossing Lifetime Movie Network: "Crossing Delancey". My valentine was weeping like a hormonal mess throughout the whole thing...I think she now wishes I sold pickles on Essex St.
But Episode V is a good choice, and probably goes better with wine...
We do not watch Lifetime.
We try not to, but we succumb. And I was not hormonal!
MS
Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.
Well, y'know, the force is strong with me, but I cannot yet control it. Especially faced with "Crossing Delancey" on V-day, which is a match for the strength of any Master.
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