tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622828765030571851.post4860673389868610702..comments2024-03-29T01:12:55.703-04:00Comments on Chick Lit Central: Go-To-Gay: Valentine's Day Wishes!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06488832373580617482noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622828765030571851.post-32353845205991944752014-02-06T17:02:37.404-05:002014-02-06T17:02:37.404-05:00Twice a year, I cook a really nice dinner for my h...Twice a year, I cook a really nice dinner for my husband. that means I buy everything (instead of putting it on the list and making him buy it) and actually spend good time in the kitchen. We went out in the beginning of our relationship, but over the years, we've gotten where we don't like to deal with the crowds. And, take out brought an entirely different perspective a couple years ago when we tried and everything got messed up. I used to love the day when I was younger, but when I started dating, my first boyfriend was one of those who dropped you right before birthdays (My birthday and Valentine's Day are 3 days apart so that meant I didn't see him for usually a week) or Christmas. When I was with my ex, we experienced some bad luck Valentine's Days. it wasn't anything either of us had done, just other things like a dog getting attacked the same year and the attacking dog cornered me at the house. That same morning when i was going to work, a nest of bag worms busted in our tree and I was showered with worms when I walked out the door (I've had a fear of them ever since). it's just weird mishaps that happen over the years that make me think it's a cursed holiday for me. I would love to go back to the time when I was little and we passed out little cards to everyone in the classroom. Life was simpler then and we weren't pressured to impress anyone with gifts. Janinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14462641875046092313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622828765030571851.post-46116020026479995372014-02-06T17:01:09.108-05:002014-02-06T17:01:09.108-05:00My memoir would say: I did things my own way.My memoir would say: I did things my own way.Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03217408544219883095noreply@blogger.com