I have always hated Valentine’s Day. Always. I can’t recall a single V-Day that wasn’t memorable for being at least mildly disappointing in some way. Thankfully I’m married to a woman who has a nearly equally high disdain for the holiday, so we’ve always had an agreement to do (or NOT to do)…whatever the Hell we please on this particular day.
Maybe in the days following we can do something for each other on our own timetable. But we don’t get all lovey-dovey because somebody one day decided to dictate the romantic date to us all. Can you sense the bitterness in me yet?
I digress, for those like me, this quasi-anti V-day post is dedicated to you! Cheers
PS–Enjoy the Chivettes too who are always down to make our days and our lives just a little better.
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