Good old February 14th. I must say, my brain is swirling with mixed feelings and opinions regarding tomorrow’s traditions.
On the one hand, Valentine’s Day was my favorite holiday growing up. Something about sending and receiving those tiny store-bought cards in school each year really got me excited. Also? Everything is pink. What’s not to love?
On the other hand, I’m married to someone who thinks the holiday is ridiculous, and refuses to buy into the commercialism of it all. Scott believes feminism and over-the-top Valentine’s Day gestures are mutually exclusive…and I can’t say that I completely disagree.
But I’d still like a handwritten card?
Confused over my conflicting emotions regarding love, chocolates, and winged babies in diapers, I decided to ask Scott how he wanted to spend Valentine’s Day this year. Much to my surprise, he had an immediate response, that wasn’t ‘nothing’ or ‘Valentine’s Day is stupid’.
“I want to go to the boat show in St. Cloud.” he answered with certainty.
Does the fact that I kind of got excited about this mean I’m officially old and lame?
In all seriousness, Scott and I are hoping to purchase a used boat this year. This weekend’s show will be a great chance to window shop, and determine what we want (not to mention what our budget is) before making the official commitment this spring. Spending the day together, planning for something exciting, and fantasizing about super nice boats that we can maybe, just maybe afford to buy the slightly used, minimally janked-up version of? Sounds like romance to me!
“You realize I’m not getting you anything.” Scott continued.
“All I ever want is a handwritten card.” I reminded him. “If there’s ever anything I want, I just go and buy it for myself anyway. I’d just like something thoughtful.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Although there is one other thing I think it would be nice to do…” I grinned.
Scott gave me a look of skepticism as I launched into my explanation.
A few weeks ago, I stumbled across these 36 questions that are scientifically engineered by psychologists to make two strangers fall in love. I found the premise intriguing, and challenged Scott to go through the list with me while we were at the airport, waiting to board our flight to Maui.
He refused. Partly because he hates question and answer activities, but mostly because it was 5:30 am and he was already half-asleep on the floor outside our gate.
“I’d like to go have coffee together before the boat show and go through the questions together.” I told him.
“That’s it?” he asked.
“That’s it.” I assured him. “Plus, Caribou coffee always does a BOGO special on Valentine’s Day…”
Silence. Reflection. A scratch of the chin.
“Yeah, we can do that.” he agreed casually.
Insert me, getting ridiculously excited but trying to play it cool. (I don’t think I fooled him.)
While we typically agree not to exchange V-Day gifts, I couldn’t help myself after getting inspired by this free eCard I spotted on Move Nourish Believe.
Not only is Scott often described as having a “prickly” personality…he is absolutely obsessed with potted plants.
(Seriously. He even names some of them.)
After seeing this pun, I picked up a $3 miniature cactus at a local nursery that I’ll surprise him with tomorrow, along with a homemade card resembling the photo above.
The only problem? I purchased sed cactus on the way to the gym last night. “You’re going straight home, right?” The woman at the nursery asked.
When shook my head ‘no’, she emphasized how crucial it was that the cactus never be at a temperature lower than 50 degrees — even for a couple of minutes.
(It was a balmy three degrees outside at this point.)
Picture me, toting a mysteriously stapled shut brown paper bag into the gym and to the bar for drinks afterward.
Did I mention Scott was with me at both locations?
His curious nagging forced me to reveal that the bag contained a Valentine surprise that needed to be kept warm. He now thinks I’ve purchased him chicken eggs and has already scolded me multiple times for not storing them properly in an incubator.
Here’s hoping he’s not disappointed when he realizes I didn’t buy him any poultry.