My husband and I shared a snicker over how we both forgot to wish each other Happy V day this morning. It was quite a long time before either of us remembered. We are both the most unromantic people in the world. I used to still have a smidgen of romance left in my nature before I married him, but I told him yesterday that my long association with him killed that little spark dead, starting with our first long-ago Valentine's day as a couple. I had to force him to put on his suit and accompany me to a restaurant, which he did with heavy resignation and an expression of such misery that I ended up wishing we had stayed home. Each successive Valentine's day has been a further nail in the coffin of my dead sense of romance. He snickered very hard when I told him that part.
This morning he asked, "Should I buy you something?"
I said, "No, I can't think of anything I want. Don't buy me chocolates because you always buy the wrong kind, and hell, I'll just eat them, whatever they are." (I'm trying to clear my house of the temptation of chocolate)
Then we agreed to forget about Valentine's day for the rest of the day. I'm going for a pizza lunch with my co-workers, and we have leftovers on the schedule for dinner tonight.
Before anyone goes, "Aw, poor Brit!', let me just state that the lack of romance in my life suits me just fine. I once had an excessively romantic boyfriend who drove me nuts with his annoying and ostentatious romanticism. I'm sure I drove him equally nuts with my failure to appreciate it.
All in all, I'd say my hubby and I are well-matched romantically!
PS Did you notice my new flag counter? I'm thrilled with it! It's not only fun, but educational, too!