POB doesn’t like roses (“Can you just imagine the carbon footprint expended on getting all of those roses here . . . “) and she doesn’t eat chocolate (we have to fit into our wedding dresses). And, POB rolls her eyes at Hallmark-made holidays.
So, I did not spend a dime on this Valentine’s Day. Not even a card. Nothing. Zip. Nada.
I got a free pass, even from the President of the United States. Prior to his formal press conference today on his budget, President Obama made a public service announcement to the gentlemen in attendance, exhorting them to remember it is Valentine’s Day and “go big”. I may be no lady, but I am surely not a gentleman. Double exemption. So golden.
I did come home to a home-made spicy tofu dish that POB discovered in a recipe book. “It is just like chicken,” she said. “This is sooooooooo not chicken,” I thought, as I ate all of it. And I loved it, because it is Valentine’s Day and I have some Prilosec handy for the reflux anschluss.
So remind me again, what is so wrong with some empty, unnecessary calories, some dead flowers and a ten-dollar greetings card? Going from golden (ok, smug) to dyspepsic in less than 12 hours is to experience a true a karma boomerang.
Not sure I got the last paragraph – sort of a triple entendre? But if I understand it right I think I agree e.g. don’t waste money on the silly commercialized stuff but still appreciate your beshert.
In our case that did include chocolate but in moderation (I have to fit into my mother-of-the groom dress which i still need to lose 8 lbs for) so some bittersweet guitard chocolate dipped orange slices.
Happy valentines day! Hope to meet P.O.B. and S.O.S one of these days.