Can I just say how glad I am that I won't be spending this V-day in the hospital hooked up to fluids? That was my Vday last year. Elijah came just a few weeks later. I still cannot believe that Eli is going to be a year old. It's bananas.
But here is my theory about VDay. It sucks. This year, the week of VDay, has Friday the 13th, a full moon, and the craptastic holiday that is Vday. That being said, I still made heart-shaped brownies and bought a steak. I am succumbing.
I cannot promise that I won't be the woman that takes the grocery store bouquet out the window, through the glass. The likelihood is there. It could happen.
I am possibly the least sexy woman on the planet. I can see myself completely screwing up and stripteasing to Enya or something similarly un-sexified.
"Would you like to play strip connect-4 with me?" My pasties would actually be made from paste. GO ME! It's quite amazing I am still married. THANK GOD I married an uptight Chinese man.