You know, I just realized that it is February 17th and that I didn’t write anything about Valentine’s Day. This is mostly because I think it is a bullshit holiday. I think that I read a bunch of blogs that day and thought that half of the people I read regularly either loved or hated it and everything I would have said was summed up by one or three of them. So I just skipped it.

So just to put it in perspective, my mom and dad and both of my grandmas sent me valentine’s day cards. My mom went as far to send my sister and I a gift basket containing a small amount of chocolate and nuts, which was from both her and my dad, but really, who are we kidding, I doubt my dad said, “Hey hon, let’s send the girls some chocolate.” Winemonkey and I aren’t planning on exchanging any sort of presents. I feel bad because I asked him to just write me a little note. I feel bad about this because he HATES when I tell him what to do for me on holidays. But this year he didn’t even get me a card for my birthday. Not because he isn’t considerate, but because we weren’t doing anything spectacular for my birthday and he was between jobs and there was just a whole lot of shit going down around my birthday. But anyway, he hates it when I say, “You know, it would be really nice if you would do ______ for [insert holiday here].” Mostly because I usually ruin the surprise. But this time when I said, “Could you please just get me card or something for Valentine’s day.” He said, “Is this like your birthday?” Because for my birthday I said, “Hey maybe next year, if we decide no presents, could you at least get me a card?” Anyway. I was sad because he didn’t think to.

But the truth is, that until I started writing this post, I totally forgot that I gave him shit about this “card or note” for Valentine’s Day and I am going to see him tomorrow and I don’t have anything to give to him. In my defense, on the actual day of Valentine’s day, I sent him and ecard. Not just any ecard, but one that had all kinds of personal jokes involved and one, that although free, was so personally specific for us that it was RIDICULOUS (thank you Sarcomical for sending me a card - if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have stumbled across the card that I sent Winemonkey).

I gotta get on the ball tomorrow morning. God!

p.s. It isn’t that my dad doesn’t come up with good presents. He just doesn’t come up with good present ideas regularly. Like the last great present I can remember getting from my dad was brackets for my coffee table because the legs were wobbly. I am not joking. I will have to think about it, but I think that was the last present he did all on his own without anyone’s help. And it was an awesome present. I will be able to pass that table down to my children and my children’s children.

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