Big Ben doesn’t run with as much accuracy as my spouse. The man is predictable as fog in San Francisco.
Why then am I surprised that, on one more Valentine’s Day, his usual remark of “oh, I forgot what today was” still managed to piss me off, big time?
Come ON now! Like, for weeks, the dayum syrupy commercials haven’t been running their sickening sweetness over radio and television, hawking every idiotic piece of cheap jewelry that some celebrity put her name to…like this one?
Sorry, to me it looks like tiny boobs and a big butt hanging from a chain.
Bitter? Moi? Nah…just annoyed that, after all these years together, nothing really has changed with the man. Sure, there are obligatory flowers once in a while along with a complaint about how much they cost, especially after I cut some very long-stemmed roses to fit into a vase and he commented that he could have spent less on shorter roses had he known I was going to hack half of them off.
From Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop… Write about a memorable Valentine’s Day.
I cheated a bit here. I mean, why not share this again, regardless if there have been at least a few notable Valentine’s Day memories?
Seriously though, after 52+ years of being together, nothing much has changed since I first wrote this, oh so many years ago, in 2011. As far as Valentine’s Day, no celebratory activities will be on the table and I’m long over trying to change, even soften, his sarcastic outlook. Maybe he’s right, after all, the scenario that surrounds VDay which has a small, fat, toddler pointing a weapon in an attempt to share some love kind of sends a mixed message. It’s way more important to shower love on every other day of the year, whenever possible, something we often overlook or…take for granted.
