|Ack! It's Valentine's Day
||[Feb. 14th, 2007|02:12 pm]
|||||Elvis Costello, My Aim is True||]|
So, it's started appropriately enough...ice and snow and slush. Percy wiping out in the hallway and managing to scrape his leg up on the heat register. Nothing drastic, but enough that I've had to spend a half an hour tracking down everywhere he's been, wiping up the blood spots.
So...ice, bloodstains and sacrificial victims (lobsters, because on Valentine's Day, you should kill your own meal, right?)in the fridge. Look, you Christians made up a lover's holiday based around some guy who got clubbed to death for his religion, so don't be giving me that look. YOU started it.
Otherwise, I'm clueless. Hell, I haven't had anyone to celebrate this day with in so long...'cause really, reminding your husband that Valentine's Day is next week, this week, tomorrow, today...with about a 50/50 chance that it's all for naught...takes the fun right out of it, y'know?
After a decade or so, I gave up, bought my own chocolates and flowers, and just made a decadent meal.
But now, I'm slingshot back to "the dating years" and hell if I remember how this goes. I'm going to go with making a fabulous meal, shaving my legs, clean sheets, candles, acrobatics and hope that's enough.