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Sweet, Sweet Valentine's Day
 
It is the one day a year that I don't find public displays of affection completely 100% annoying. Mr. J and I don't really celebrate Valentine's Day.  I only really ask for a card.  In the past we have had some gigantic fails when it comes to celebrating on the actual day.  Way back in college when we were still dating we waited a very, very long time in a restaurant where we had a reservation. I was so mad I told him I wanted to leave thinking we would absolutely be able to find another restaurant without waiting.  I was wrong.  An hour later I was still without food.  I was grumpy.  We drove an hour back to my parent's house and I think they made us burgers.

Another night we went to a fancy restaurant but were put in the back room, in the corner; I honestly think this space was normally only used in the summertime.  It was freezing.  We were surrounded by high schoolers, but this time around we weren't in high school.  The service was horrendous too.

I think at this point we learned our lesson. Now we celebrate at home.  Just the two of us.  We are responsible for the setting, the food, and the service.  Boy, we do a good job.

This year we are going to be about 300 miles apart.  Good thing it is just another day.  :)

As for flowers, I have only gotten flowers from Mr. J once.  It was about 5 years ago for 4th of July.  They were pretty.  I love flowers around the house but I always get sad when they die.  Lately I haven't been around enough to enjoy them anyway.  As with all things I don't understand why for one or two days the prices get jacked up so much for the holiday.

I planned ahead and told Mr. J that I found this bowl online I liked.  I bought it and told him it was my Valentine's Day gift from him.  He wasn't a big fan of this plan.  Isn't it cute? Wishing that all of you can spend some time with those you love. How will you celebrate
Posted by Emily at Tuesday, February 14, 2012