So, this weekend is Valentine’s Day.
I have to admit, I prefer it when it falls on a weeknight, because it feels much more special to go out to dinner on a Wednesday than on a Saturday. On the other hand, I don’t have children so I’m not looking for a babysitter, which means it doesn’t really matter to me. We don’t make a giant deal out of Valentine’s Day anyway, so it is all kind of a moot point.
In my imaginary life, I make fabulous handmade cards and small gifts for everyone I know, both locally and across the United States. My house is cleverly and perfectly decorated, without looking like a box of Sweethearts (bleck, I hate those) exploded in it. I make the whole day – nay, the whole week – a romantic and special occasion for Bart. We go to an amazing restaurant and do the $200 per person tasting menu.
In my real life, I (some years) buy Bart a box of Junior Mints and we go out to dinner and spend a grand total of $20. It is vair romantic and sweet.
Clearly, there is a massive gap between my imaginary and real lives. What clever and fun things are you doing to celebrate? Can I steal them?