Brantley-isms: Valentines Shmalentines

I believe Valentine’s Day is a made up holiday perpetrated on consumers by the candy, greeting card and medical industry in an effort to have us needlessly spend money. Those with partners fall for it hook, line and sinker with Godiva chocolates, and cheesy cards about love. Those without partners unnecessarily decide they must have a partner, if only for one night. That person then goes home with someone from the bar, catches a germ that won’t wash off, and shows up at their doctor’s office for treatment three to four days later.

One of the many things I love about my husband is that he is as unromantic as I am. Most women would’ve been appalled at the question he posed to me last week regarding Valentine’s Day.
“Hey, instead of getting each other Valentine’s Day cards this year, can we each throw five dollars in the garbage can? That’s where it’ll go the next day, anyway.”
My heart swelled with pride. “You complete me.”

I don’t need a specific day of the year to remember that I have the most wonderful husband in the world (when he isn’t being a butt hole). Happy VD everyone.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Luke (19 mos) and I spent all last week homemaking valentines for friends and family. He would scribble them up with markers and I would add the glitter glue. We had it down to a pretty organized assembly. Until the last one, when I ran short on glitter glue and was forced to abbreviate Valentine ’s Day to “V-Day,” or so I thought. There was less glitter than I realized and the card wound up saying, “Hope you enjoy your VD!” I think the message was somehow lost in translation.

This got me thinking, if you opened a greeting card from an ex-lover this week that read, “Hope you enjoy your VD!” then maybe they too ran out of glitter glue, and you need not rush to the health department. I’m just sayin’.

Happy VD to you all.