Maybe- but if I discuss how I look in it now I will just drag the thread to new lows :p


I wonder what color it is under the dust?

Oh, come on! That never happens! :rolleyes:

I love romance. This is a day for celebrating romance. Never mind that I have no romance in my life. We have a special show tonight, so I'll be sharing my evening helping sixty couples having a great time. It's going to be fun.

My boyfriend has never, in 4 years of being together, bought me dead vegetation. *sigh* I wish.

But he'd better show up with SOMETHING today, since he got me jack schitt for my birthday. Boy's gonna be in big trouble if he skips this too.

ruh roh!

In a gender role reversal, this year BT reminded me that the day was coming in sort of a tentative fashion and asked if maybe this weekend we could go out to dinner. I think I gave him a Look, since all I want to do is study. I feel bad now. :(

I hope you brought your clothes to work with you.

Dead vegetation is pretty but not a thing I care that much about - since I am allergic and it's so disposable. Never been into it. But as of 8:15am my day has pretty much been made (and not by dead vegetation).

I agree with LSPE that sometimes it's nice to have signposts that remind us to stop and clip the roses. For me, Valentine's Day even provides opportunities for contemplation because an old girlfriend was born that day, and my father died the day after.

As a parent, I would prefer that the other kids would not tape candy to their classroom valentines, most of which, after a discreet period of hiding, will simply be thrown out.

Hmm... best valentines memory.....

My parents divorced in 1978, so this was before that.

My Dad come home from work one Valentines with a heart shaped box of see's chocolates for my mom.
I remember it was pink and white gingham, with a pink rose.
I was envious.

Right outside my bedroom door was a linen closet with a shelf in the middle.
When I went to my room later to go to bed, not pouting, just going to bed, on that shelf was a White stuffed poodle with a red bow over her right ear...
and a red velvet box of chocolates.

He told me that he stopped on the freeway because he saw the stuffed dog, and grabbed it for me.
I have no idea to this day if that was fact or fiction, but I remember it!

Aw, Morri.

And Pru, ya have to eat! LOL Maybe, just maybe, BT will recognize the importance of your studies and bring over a nice picnic lunch to enjoy when you can take a break. That would be romantic: to recognize that your studies mean so much to you and that you would take the time to take a break with him. It doesn't take champagne and oysters, just acknowledgement.

I am happy that the Hubster knows that if we could, we would do something special. Just that thought is enough.

Okay, it isn't, but it is enough in the line of knowing what we mean to one another. The thought of sneaking in a get away at some point will be a fun surprise somewhere down the road....