14 February 2001
Last year: Happy Valentine's Day! Matt and I couldn't stand the wait this morning and exchanged our presents before we even got dressed. Wait, that's not what it sounds like!
Matt's such a great guy. The card he gave me for Valentine's Day has two people on the front, goggling at row after row of cards labeled, "Third Cousin Day" and "You're A Special Bagboy Day" and "I Sat Next To You On The Bus Day". Inside is the fairly generic card that says, "Just wanted to say 'Hi'." Only Matt crossed out the 'Hi' and wrote in a very sweet message (no, I'm not sharing that much), and then underneath wrote, "Despite all the diversification, they still haven't made the card that quite says what I want to say to you on Valentine's Day."
Which, to tell you the truth, made that sweet message even more special than if he'd found the card that said it.
A lot of people I know don't like Valentine's Day. And before you leap to any conclusions, some of these people do have very happy relationships. They don't like Valentine's Day because they think it gives people an excuse not to be romantic for the rest of the year.
I can sortof understand that, actually. But it seems to me that if it's important to you to have romance more often than once or twice a year, then it's a matter of selecting your partner more carefully, not banning the holiday that provides a bad excuse to the unromantic. Let's face it; romantic people are going to be romantic with or without a holiday, and unromantic people aren't really going to be romantic even on Valentine's Day - they're just going through the expected motions.
For those of us who are already romantic (like, say, me) Valentine's Day is an excuse to pull out the stops and crank up the creativity. It's fun, and I wouldn't trade it in.
And if you're an unromantic perfectly paired with an unromantic... Fine. Don't celebrate. It's hard enough getting dinner reservations without you getting in the way.
Our radio station was doing a sort of "Newlywed Game" show this morning, though most of the couples weren't actually newly wed. But it was the same game - they'd ask all the guys a question, and the guys had to answer the way they thought their wives would respond, and then they'd bring the women back in and ask them the same question, and if the husbands had guessed right, they got points. Then they'd send the guys out and ask the women questions. It was funny - made me wish my commute was a little longer, because I really wanted to know how the guys were going to answer that last round of questions!
They included such amusing questions as, "If your [the wife's] relatives were on Survivor, which one would your husband vote off first?" "What body part does your husband think is his least attractive?" and, "Which one of your female friends does your husband find most attractive?"
Obviously I tried to come up with answers for myself and Matt... But I have to say, all three of these stumped me quite a bit. (Well, I eventually came up with an answer for the first one, but I'm not going to tell you here; there's no telling which of my relatives might stumble across this some day...) So I guess it's good Matt and I weren't playing!
But I still wanted to know what the guys' answers were. Hmm; I wonder if they'll post them on the website later...
So I went back to the doctor yesterday to have him look at my finger again. I'd had it taped for almost a month, and it wasn't getting any better that I could tell.
He had me take the tape off so he could poke at it, and it looks like part of it actually had improved, but another part was getting worse. So now he wants me to keep it untaped.
I think he's just guessing.
Word of the Day:
sanction - to make valid or binding by formal procedure; to give authoritative consent or permission
Currently Reading:
- The Macintosh Bible by Sharon Aker
Current Projects:
- Kris' afghan
- placemats