I just wrote an entire post about how much I hate Valentine's Day and was so ashamed at my own jadedness that I deleted it. True, it's a holiday with murky origins at best, manufactured to prop up florists and the greeting card industries. And sure, its initials are also an acronym for venereal disease, something which may even be directly linked to copious amounts of store bought candy and roses. But honestly, who can hate love?
HB and I don't get to spend enough quality time together now that the kidlet is here, but tonight I'm going to try to set up a nice homecooked dinner, turn the lights down low, maybe watch a romantical movie or listen to some Barry White, and...
See you dudes tomorrow.
Happy Valentine's Day!