Tuesday, February 14, 2012
All I Got for Valentine's Day Was the Flu
Something like...the plague. Or an alien virus. I was recently in Portland, and you never know what you can pick up there. Mountain Man even had a hot date planned for tonight, which I can't go on, because quite frankly, the thought of sitting upright for longer than 20 minutes makes me tired.
So, he's taking our daughter, Straight Face, with him instead. Dinner, the theatre, then dessert. I used to go on dates with my dad all the time. He would take me to Joan Baez, Peter, Paul & Mary, Carol King, or the symphony, but never Shakespeare. That was my domain alone. Strange...anyway, Mountain Man is taking our darling babe out on the town to celebrate Valentine's Day.
Every Valentine's Day growing up my mom would have boxes of chocolate waiting on the dining room table for us when we woke up on V-Day morning. The day evolved into presents for best girlfriends, then into (said in a cheesy faux French accent) "le celebration of luuuuv" when Mountain Man and I met. He makes every day like Valentine's Day--and no, I'm not even drugged (right now.) He really does. He makes my heart flutter and I can't imagine shaking my wobbly bits in front of anyone else.
I can't say enough nice things about my Valentine. The only drawback I can think of being married to him is that he's turned me into a Sci-Fi geek, and that for all my cross over, I can never talk him into watching the 6 hour BBC version of Pride & Prejudice. Sometimes I'm all like "WHAT GIVES, tall drink of Mountain Man??! I've born you two amazing little babies who are yummy from head to toe and you can't invest in 6 hours of Colin Firth???"
But his argument seems valid--for a Mountain Man, that is. He claims there just aren't enough guns in it. For this Liberal Feminist, that is just dumb, but I know I'll appreciate his guns and nature prowess when the Oceanic flight we take from Australia crash lands on a island somewhere in the Pacific and all we have to eat are roasted peanuts and sea water. I'll appreciate those guns then--that, and the fact that watching all that Sci-Fi will have prepared me for the inevitable smoke monster, time dilation field, and crazy bug eyed man we will meet. I doubt Pride & Prejudice will help me much then.
What was my point, again? Oh yeah. All I got for Valentine's Day was the flu, a great husband, a best friend and lots of love.
Happy Valentine's Day, Mountain Man!
Now go kill me a smoke monster!!
Down in Valentine's Day? I love this idea. We should all do it anyway. Here is another beautiful Valentine's day post too...
In fact, because I'm drugged, sick and feeling impetuous, I'm having a give away! I've never done this before!! How exciting! (I see why people keep telling us to "Just say no!" Drugs make people do crazy things...like send strangers framed art.)
Here's the deal: Tell me how you shared some love with someone else today--maybe you left them a HUGE tip, smiled at a stranger, helped an old lady across the street--you get the idea. Whoever shares some love the most creatively, will receive an original Virginia Peacock painting. I blogged about Virginia, here. Heck, I'll even frame it.
Leave me a comment with the way you shared some love with someone else on Valentine's Day, and if my 8 year old thinks your idea was the funniest, most creative or just the sweetest, you will win! Keep it clean though, I don't want to hear about what happens with your Mountain Man/Woman in the dark of night. Ew. Seriously, just don't.
Come on people! Impress us! You have until 11h59 Wednesday night to leave a comment with your best effort to share love. I'll announce the winner on Thursday during Thursday's Three Beautiful Things.
How did you share some love today?