I have to work Saturday night (VD), for which I'm grateful, since I'd almost certainly be either staying home and pigging out or going out and drinking. VD's not always been my favorite day of the year, even decidedly not celebrating it depresses me. When George and I were little, Dad would always get us a little box of chocolates, or one big one to share, and that was happy. My favorite present's from the Borleans: a bear with a heart, and when you pull out the heart, the bear "Shakes with joy." I'm afraid I'm going to rip its heart off, it's so fun to play with. (Minds out of the gutter.) Boys, on the other hand, have different ideas of VD. Presents I have gotten:
A deck of magic cards (blue, because I like the color blue.)
a rose (go, PB!)
nothing
nothing
a whiny nothing
a pointed, whiny, "we're not celebrating it" nothing (which carried over into the anniversary 3 days later, when I still got nothing, since I had already "ruined it" with my card-giving)