I know, I know.

I've been saying that Valentine's day is shenanigans (hahaha) since I can remember. It's so made up and fake! And, until last year's V-Day, I didn't have a boyfriend. My friends all guessed that the lack of one was the cause of my cynicism, conveniently forgetting that it was my choice. . . But whatever. The point is, I have one of those now and I still hate it. So ha. Anyways, with yesterday being that dreaded date, I decided I'd try a new approach: enjoying it. I have to admit that this wasn't very well thought-out. So I go to school and the hallways are crammed full of balloons and gigantic stuffed animals. I mean, these things were bigger than the kids I babysit. What do you do with a stuffed animal that size? It's not even cute. Waste of space. Good luck getting that thing into your car and to your house. Romantic? I think not. Cumbersome and annoying? Indubitably. So the school is filled with all of this crud because the guys treat it like some crazy competition. "Yeah, that's right. I somehow love my girlfriend of eight days more than you love yours of a month because I gave her this fuzzy bear with a disembodied, anatomically-incorrect heart that he's HOLDING OHMYGOSH IS THAT THING BLEEDING ON THE GYM FLOOR?!?!?!?!" and so on. Except that last part was probably a figment of my imagination. At any rate, I'm posting this to express my appreciation for my thoughtful significant other, the wonderful guy who gave me a beautiful crochet hook that I'd been drooling over in the store. :) How sweet. Less is more (romantic). Happy late V-Day.