My mind is on Valentine's Day.
Since I've been married for 17 years, we don't make much of a big deal about it. I buy my own gift (this year it was perfume, lip gloss & underwear). My husband will probably buy me flowers. Most likely dark pink roses and hydrangeas. I don't really like red roses even though those are the usual.
I'll make dinner. I think I'm going to use some Ina Garten recipes that I saw. Then my son will complain that he doesn't like it and will eat a yogurt. I'll drink some wine and fall asleep watching whatever Bravo show I'll be watching. Then I'll wake up at 3:30 a.m. And fall back asleep around 5 a.m.
I'm pretty happy with those options, but it does make me think about my younger days, when Valentine's Day was kind of exciting and you never knew what the day would bring. Like boys sending flowers to you at school or work. Gifts that were surprises.
Sometimes Valentine's Day brought serious awkwardness.
Like a Russian Mafia Guy showing up at my parent's house with a giant teddy bear and a bottle of champagne.
Or a Valentines Day where DG came out to Long Island to pick me up, brought me back to the city for our date, and I cried at the dinner table cause he got me two dozen red tulips and lingerie that looked like something a milkmaid from Amsterdam would wear.
Or going out with someone who called it Valentime's Day (with an M instead of N). He made $40 million. I'm not kidding.
Now I'm pretty happy with getting a giant heart shaped box of chocolate from CVS and taking a bite out of each piece until I'm totally nauseous.
I'll let you know how my dinner comes out.