Valentine’s Day

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.