I just love VD.
I also love saying that every year around this time. I live for it, actually.
Because I think Valentine’s Day is kind of hokey, kind of corny. But I still kind of love it.
I love thinking about oversized hearts filled with chocolates, wearing a pink shirt with red pants, buying my husband silky underwear emblazoned with hearts, festooning our home with red balloons, and painting my fingernails and face red.
And of course there’s always the chance that a person will receive diamonds as a symbol of her husband’s love. The big, sparkly, multi-carat type.
It’s a very slight chance. But a chance nonetheless.
Never give up on your dreams is what I’m saying.
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Anyway, I love VD and Love, and I love to spread both around a little.
But I probably won’t, because let’s face it, Valentine's Day is not that big of a holiday. We have other, non-romantic stuff to do. The world can’t stop just because someone wants to paint her face red again. We will probably just go out to eat or something to celebrate because we are unimaginative types.
Which is cool too. Also why I like VD – in spite of its flowery exuberance, it’s still just another day. If you celebrate, cool. If you don’t, hey, man, that’s cool too. No need to go hating on VD just because it's all about love and you hate love. VD doesn't discriminate; it can be a part of anyone's life.
What is most fun for me is thinking up all the ways a person can spread VD around.
Heh heh. These jokes never get old.
Heh heh. These jokes never get old.
Here are eight people, places or things to which I’d give a little VD love if I could:
1. Paris. The City of Light. Also My Favorite City Ever in the History of Cities. If you have an extra plane ticket to Paris, please just give it to me. I can’t buy it from you. We are saving up to buy diamonds.
2. Battery-operated candles. Do you know about these candles? They are fake, but are wrapped with a thin layer of real wax, which is lightly scented. The flame flickers and looks real. They light up automatically every night for four hours, and then go off on their own. Alternatively, you can turn them on and off using a remote control. I love them more than I should, and I don’t even like candles that much.
3. These guys. Send me a video of some cutie college boys singing a girly song, and I’m all in, all the time. I’m more Mommy Dearest than Mrs. Robinson, but darn if these kids don’t make me giggle and become all teary as I remember my youth among cutie college boys. I’d also like to offer some advice to all of them:
a) Drive past the tattoo parlor. You know that awesome tattoo you think you need to get? You will want to cover it up when you’re 42. Trust.
b) Wear condoms. Every time. VD is no joke.
4. Being warm. February where I live just sucks. There are only two reasons why old people from the north move to Florida in the wintertime: a) old people are wise, 2) being cold is for jerks.
5. Cashmere. It’s soft, it’s light, it’s gorgeous, it’s luxurious. I’ve made it my winter goal to wear as much of this fabric as I can. I wear the same thing over and over again. A lot.
6. Stanley Tucci. He is the perfect man. I can prove it:
a) Articles are written about his superiority in every way.
b) He can say "gird your loins" in a snooty way that is both wry and sexy, and he'll never get in trouble for it.
7. A quiet evening in my living room. I used to fantasize about being swept off my feet by some hot broody thing. Now I fantasize about putting my feet up on the couch and falling asleep with a book in my hand, dreaming about Stanley Tucci. One is much less work than the other, yet immensely more satisfying.
8. Pajamas. I mean, really. People who don't love putting on their pjs at the end of the day are people I don't think I need to be around.
This post inspired by:
Prompt #1: Name 8 people/places/or things you’d like to give a virtual Valentine to.