Okay so it’s Valentines Day.
In Elementary School I loved it. The entire class exchanged cards and we always got a box of candy hearts.
In Middle School I don’t recall, guess I just glazed over it (or blocked it out).
In High School it always depressed me. Couldn’t give flowers to the one I loved. Of course not having “the one I loved” probably had something to do with it.
In adult-hood it was just another day... until this year.
While I don’t have an actually boyfriend, the nBF is more then enough to justify buying flowers for. I picked up his gift last week and have it all ready to go in the back seat of my car. NO, dirty mind! I’m not giving it to him in the back seat, it’s just sitting there. I stopped by the floral shop this morning and got some roses. Half-doze of yellow roses with red-tips. If I did my research right that color choice means “friendship, falling in love.” Since we’re somewhere between friends and boyfriends, I figured this would be a good choice.
Of course this being my first opportunity to enjoy Valentines Day with the masses as an adult, there has to be a wrench thrown into the works. Starting last week both me and the nBF got sick with a sinus infection. Luckily though, by today we are both much better. Granted I’m still not 100% better, but it is just congestion at this point.
This morning, along with some cold medicine, I picked up a new electric razor. While the other one served me well, I was never satisfied with it and besides it was time to replace the blades. So instead of replacing the blades, I decided to get another one. I didn’t go as cheap as I did last time and I got a Norelco instead of a Remington as well. Hopefully the first shave won’t irritate me too much tonight but that after I acclimate myself to it, it will be a good shaver.
So anyways, I am excited about tonight. The little school-girl in my head is giggling and occasionally jumping up and down. And no, it’s not a catholic school-girl… damn pervs.
In Middle School I don’t recall, guess I just glazed over it (or blocked it out).
In High School it always depressed me. Couldn’t give flowers to the one I loved. Of course not having “the one I loved” probably had something to do with it.
In adult-hood it was just another day... until this year.
While I don’t have an actually boyfriend, the nBF is more then enough to justify buying flowers for. I picked up his gift last week and have it all ready to go in the back seat of my car. NO, dirty mind! I’m not giving it to him in the back seat, it’s just sitting there. I stopped by the floral shop this morning and got some roses. Half-doze of yellow roses with red-tips. If I did my research right that color choice means “friendship, falling in love.” Since we’re somewhere between friends and boyfriends, I figured this would be a good choice.
Of course this being my first opportunity to enjoy Valentines Day with the masses as an adult, there has to be a wrench thrown into the works. Starting last week both me and the nBF got sick with a sinus infection. Luckily though, by today we are both much better. Granted I’m still not 100% better, but it is just congestion at this point.
This morning, along with some cold medicine, I picked up a new electric razor. While the other one served me well, I was never satisfied with it and besides it was time to replace the blades. So instead of replacing the blades, I decided to get another one. I didn’t go as cheap as I did last time and I got a Norelco instead of a Remington as well. Hopefully the first shave won’t irritate me too much tonight but that after I acclimate myself to it, it will be a good shaver.
So anyways, I am excited about tonight. The little school-girl in my head is giggling and occasionally jumping up and down. And no, it’s not a catholic school-girl… damn pervs.