I am the first to admit that I don't love Valentine's Day. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE gifts, but the expectations we women put on this lovey, dovey day is just plain ridiculous. I don't care who you are - you can never live up to the standards of a high-maintenance woman on this day. I can say that - I am about as high-maintenance as they come! (Blaine would whole-heartedly agree.)
My expectations for Valentine's Day takes 30 days worth of planning - hence this post on Janurary 14. I want the perfect dinner overlooking the shoreline with candlelight, champagne, chocolates (and lots of them), jewelry, soft music playing from a live band, a hot new cocktail dress, fabulous new shoes.....I want to be sitting across from my hubby who is smiling, rose between his teeth dressed to the nines in a fine suit. And then I wake up. Valentine's Day is a freakin' cliche. No one does this, really. As a kid you dream about the Cinderella moment, but who 1) can afford the extravagance I seek or 2) who has the time for all of this B.S.
You can never get dinner reservations....and if you accidentally do, the menu is overpriced and limited to the types of food you are supposed to eat on V-Day...not what you actually want. After sitting in line for 2 hours, your mood has totally gone from bliss and romance to "OMG... GET ME OUT OF HERE ALREADY!!!" By the time the food gets the the table, you are ready to eat your arm (or you have consumed so much bread on the table you are full.) The champagne is running thin, the music is from the Greatest Elevator Music collection, your dress is uncomfortable, you have already kicked off your shoes, the rose in the hubby's mouth has dried up and died and his fine suit is all wrinkly. So my question is....why bother?
You already know you love each other.....or you wouldn't be living each day with one another putting up with each other's crap, right? If you know how to cook - stay home and do so. You can prance around in that cocktail dress you paid way too much for ages ago - just squeeze it in real tight...you will fit, I promise - grab your stilettos and then throw them back in the closet and grab you houseshoes. Make the hubby change out of his PJs and hold the flowers until the day after V-Day when they are half priced. Now see how easy Valentine's Day can be.....
Not so fast, Blaine- you can still shop for me....I won't complain, I promise!!!!!
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