Valentine's Day
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I should have known that Valentine's Day 2011 was going to be awesome right from the get-go. No, I don't have a strong dislike for the holiday. I can take it or leave it. But, anyway, let me explain.
The door bell rings. I think that it must be a friend or neighbor. I open the door to a strange dude standing there with a heart shaped box of chocolate. "Happy Valentine's Day!", he says. I return the greeting and stand there looking slightly confused. Then it dawns on me that maybe he's a delivery guy and that he's bringing me a gift from Matthew or another family member. Sweet! I love chocolate. Turns out the chocolate is indeed for me!
All I have to do is agree to let him come in and clean my carpets for a discounted rate. Bummed to find out that this is a sales pitch, I politely decline. He didn't let me keep the chocolates. I was so baffled by the whole incident that I didn't even let him have it for soliciting when we have a no soliciting sign on our front door. The sight of chocolate at 10 in the morning almost made me take him up on his offer.
The afternoon was better. My friend Amanda and I took our sons to the park. It was in the low 60's, though still a bit windy. Both boys were worn out and took good naps after our play date.
Evening rolls around and we decide to go out to dinner. Of course we have Marin in tow, so there is no way we are braving a fancy joint (you know, no Outback or Cracker Barrel). Speaking of Cracker Barrel, Marin was all sorts of pissed when we wouldn't take him there. He calls it "fire place" because well, they have a fire place. He indicated he wanted to go there as soon as we turned onto the road. We said no because it was too crowded. He screamed like he was being tortured for the next half hour.
We ended up at Calypso, a Caribbean themed eatery. We'd never eaten there before but had heard rave reviews. Having spent a lot of time in the Caribbean, I can assure you that there was no Caribbean food at Calypso. We left disappointed in the food as well as Marin's behavior. As he screamed and kicked while I tried to buckle him into his car seat, a 20-ish year old guy walked by the car and sort of chuckled. He looked scared when I offered him a toddler for Valentine's Day. He said he had 2 puppies. I said I'd trade.
After finally getting Marin into bed, Valentine's Day took a drastic turn for the better. Matthew and I locked the door to our room, turned off the TV, and decided to watch some male reviews online. It was very hot and steamy. Turns out, the males offer products for sale to make any Valentine happy. Hopefully, what we bought arrives in a plain box, so the neighbors won't get any ideas. I want to get good before I show off for anyone. Wanna see what I got? Click here if you think you can handle it.
The door bell rings. I think that it must be a friend or neighbor. I open the door to a strange dude standing there with a heart shaped box of chocolate. "Happy Valentine's Day!", he says. I return the greeting and stand there looking slightly confused. Then it dawns on me that maybe he's a delivery guy and that he's bringing me a gift from Matthew or another family member. Sweet! I love chocolate. Turns out the chocolate is indeed for me!
All I have to do is agree to let him come in and clean my carpets for a discounted rate. Bummed to find out that this is a sales pitch, I politely decline. He didn't let me keep the chocolates. I was so baffled by the whole incident that I didn't even let him have it for soliciting when we have a no soliciting sign on our front door. The sight of chocolate at 10 in the morning almost made me take him up on his offer.
The afternoon was better. My friend Amanda and I took our sons to the park. It was in the low 60's, though still a bit windy. Both boys were worn out and took good naps after our play date.
Evening rolls around and we decide to go out to dinner. Of course we have Marin in tow, so there is no way we are braving a fancy joint (you know, no Outback or Cracker Barrel). Speaking of Cracker Barrel, Marin was all sorts of pissed when we wouldn't take him there. He calls it "fire place" because well, they have a fire place. He indicated he wanted to go there as soon as we turned onto the road. We said no because it was too crowded. He screamed like he was being tortured for the next half hour.
We ended up at Calypso, a Caribbean themed eatery. We'd never eaten there before but had heard rave reviews. Having spent a lot of time in the Caribbean, I can assure you that there was no Caribbean food at Calypso. We left disappointed in the food as well as Marin's behavior. As he screamed and kicked while I tried to buckle him into his car seat, a 20-ish year old guy walked by the car and sort of chuckled. He looked scared when I offered him a toddler for Valentine's Day. He said he had 2 puppies. I said I'd trade.
After finally getting Marin into bed, Valentine's Day took a drastic turn for the better. Matthew and I locked the door to our room, turned off the TV, and decided to watch some male reviews online. It was very hot and steamy. Turns out, the males offer products for sale to make any Valentine happy. Hopefully, what we bought arrives in a plain box, so the neighbors won't get any ideas. I want to get good before I show off for anyone. Wanna see what I got? Click here if you think you can handle it.
