Stupid Cupid

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In Honor of my Anti-Valentine's Day position....


I don't need an extra special day of hearts and a fat little man-child in diapers shooting arrows to say I love you. Tuesday of any week suits me fine.


DO NOT buy me roses.
One, they're urbane, predictable and reek of douchebaggery.
Two, the flower brainiacs over at Greedyville  are laughing all the way to the bank at the $150 you laid down on their cheesy perennial shrub.


No fancy dinner at Chez Drop It Like It's Hot.  Again...urbane and predictable, and not my style.


No silly card that sings Unchained Melody when I open it. Please have an original thought. Regurgitating is wretched.


No giant upholstered box of candy.  I will cry. Do you realize how many miles that is at the gym?!?!




Random and quirky. Thankfully, my husband celebrates and accepts this. He gave me flip flops on Thursday, wrapped in Christmas paper. Yep....he gets me.♥

Comments

Jenn said…
It's only my opinion, what I prefer. Guys who buy roses, singing cards and go to fancy(pinkies in the air!!) resturants are awesome. Any effort is better than none.....
2/15/2010
Beth said…
Here Here! Why does Hallmark get to decide which day is for romance? A man that makes me coffee in the morning, without me asking, because he knows I need it -- that is romance!
3/04/2010
Jenn said…
Ahhh.....YES!!! Exactly, Beth! ;-)
3/04/2010
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