I get downright giddy with little signs of spring but not as much with the always there allergies that come with it. Of course my entirely stuffed head could also be the product of sleeping with a box fan and the windows open too, just sayin.
The weather is calling for some serious playing but there are so many odds and ends to be done before the movers get here Saturday morning. I'm sure the guys will have big incentive to get things done in a hurry as it's Valentine's Day. I'm not the one for a big mushy VD - I've always felt it was a holiday to make everyone in love feel guilty because they haven't gotten the "right" present and to make anyone not in a relationship feel inadequate. Damn Hallmark.
The only time I really loved the day was when i was a kid and the week before we got to take those white paper sacks (do they make them anymore?) and decorate them with paper doilies and construction paper hearts. Mom would buy the cards which, back then, had to be punched out and then you went through the careful process of who gets what card. We always had the rule (thank goodness) that everyone got cards. But...who wanted to send the yucky boy the "be mine". I still love those old retro cards. If you were lucky, you got the kind that a lollipop was attached. Moms would bring in homebaked cupcakes (not the grocerystore kind) and there was always red punch. The local dairy called their version "Jungle Juice" which different than the orangeade. Yum - I still love that stuff.
I've been guilty of breaking up with someone right before VD because I didn't like him and I didn't want silly presents from him. Tell a girl you want a dozen kids with her and that shakes her up - especially when she's only 16! He turned out to be a stalker. His best move? He had a long stem red rose and a "poem" delivered to me while was I sitting on the front porch with my sweetheart. Oh the drama. Now I just laugh. You know those guys right...the ones that think "poetry" is song lyrics? That only counts for Bob Dylan.
But...all this is really doing is keeping me from packing some more boxes. In the meantime, I've been torturing the tulips I bought to cheer me up.