It’s Valentine’s Day, which is a super fun day to get angry. I’ve had bunches of angry Valentine’s Days. One that sticks out is when I was a freshman in college still dating my high school boyfriend and he visited my dorm with a snoopy from CVS.
I was furious. Like, “I’m going to set this place on fire” furious.
(I wish I knew whose baby this is.)
I know it probably had little to do with the actual snoopy stuffed animal, but I do have a clear recollection of drawing a parallel between the thought he put into that gift and his general worth as a person. OH, the fury. The outrage! I will still argue that being 19 can be the absolute worst. By that I mean, I was kind of the absolute worst.
On the flip side, last year my husband got me Twilight themed chocolates (probably from CVS) and Twilight Scene-It and we had one of the most fun nights in recent history. Eating CVS chocolates and playing Twilight Scene-It.
Let’s be honest folks, it’s usually not about the day or the gift. I think it’s more about whether you’re generally a fan of your significant other. I’m a huge fan of my husband. Huge. Fan-club president, actually.
If you are alone today, consider this — it’s SO MUCH BETTER than being with someone who will make you want to burn down a building just by being…around.
** Okay, I don’t want to be obnoxious, but yes, Ryan sent something truly awesome to my office today.