Yeah, the scrooge would be me. I don’t know what to say. I just can’t help it. I’ve tried to examine my heart and see if there’s anything buried deep inside that keeps me from enjoying this holiday.
But I got nothin.
So I’m pretty sure it’s just my practical, pragmatic nature (except for the parts of me that are outrageous and spontaneous) that balks at celebrating something just because everyone else is. And spending money on frivolous, pointless things when there are bills to be paid and mission trips to take and orphans going hungry.
I didn’t give much thought today to Valentine’s Day as it pertains to my husband and me. He helped me get all this free e-book stuff together (you just missed it–doggone!) and whatnot, and shoot if that wasn’t gift enough for me. Because Valentine’s day = mushy = dumb = let’s skip it, please.
My new friend Jolie (read her blog–you’ll love it!) even offered to keep our girls while we went on a V-Day date (her husband is a medical resident who works a bazillion hours a week and certainly doesn’t get time off for Hallmark holidays). I said thanks, Jolie, but no. We (I) hate Valentine’s Day. But come on over and we’ll have an Un-Valentine’s Party!
Well, then I invited my friend Pam to join us, but she was already having dinner with our friends Sean and Megan. So then Pam says, “How about Jolie and I watch all the kids, and you four (me, Gabe, Sean, Meg) go out?”
Well, Meg said thanks, but no (because she’s a fellow awesome V-day-hater but nicer), so we decided to all get together for pizza and Bezzerwizzer. SO MUCH FUN!
But, as I was waiting for Gabe to get home so we could leave, and he was 5, 10, 15 minutes late, I got this little uncomfortable feeling in my belly. “That little stinker… he BETTER not be buying me flowers or something… I DO NOT WANT TO CELEBRATE THIS DAY!”
So, what does Little Miss Scrooge do? She logs in to our bank’s website to see if there was any action on the check card in the past 20 minutes.
My heart sank, and I shook my head. Kroger. $30 freaking dollars. For flowers that WILL DIE IN TWO DAYS. I feel sick all over again just thinking about it.
I knew he was going to be home any minute, and I had to figure out how I was going to act both surprised and pleased when I was neither. “Be sweet,” I told myself. “Be grateful. He loves you. A lot. He just wants to make you happy. You are so blessed. DON’T BE AN IDIOT.”
He pulled in, and I tried to act cool. He had something behind his back. I could tell that he could tell that I was on to him.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “When you didn’t come and didn’t come, I looked online at our checking account.”
“I knew it! I can’t do anything without you knowing!”
And he pulled out a single rose from behind his back.
My eyes got all big and my mind raced. They did NOT charge him $30 for a SINGLE ROSE. Tell me they didn’t! Please tell me they DIDN’T!”
And then he pulled out something else. A $25 Amazon gift card.
Oh my stinking word. Six square inches of pure love.
And I hugged him and told him I loved him and that I was so, so sorry for being such a scrooge and that I didn’t get him anything and he reminded me that I’ve never gotten him anything and that he has never NOT gotten me something and I was all, “Really?? You get me something every Valentine’s Day??”
I am such a loser.
But instead of moping about it, I’m just going to wrap things up here at my little computer, head upstairs, and pull a trick or two out of a book I once read (you have until noon Wednesday to leave a comment for a chance to win one, by the way).
Wink, wink. And sayonara!