V-Day

Not much in the way of an extravagant celebration for Valentine's Day this year.

I really missed working in a flower shop. I guess I could've offered to help out the lady that I worked for this summer, but I decided ... ay, if she needed help, she could've called me.

There's just something about working in a flower shop on the busiest day of the year that makes me want to be right in the midst of it. SO fun! Green fingernails from handling so many roses. Dreaming of putting together dozen roses over and over again. Staying up until midnight the night before trying to get all the deliveries organized. Helping poor guys who waited until the last minute and are sure they are deep water with their woman. It's fun. It's a rush. And I wish I had a real shop to work in.

Kc had to attend a conference for school for part of the day. I had already decided (or purposed in my heart if you want to get all IBLP'ish) that HE was going to be doing the planning this year. And he decided on a quiet'ish date night which was fine with me. We went out to my favorite quasi-fast food restaurant and talked for a long time. Came home and watched "Sleepless in Seattle" and then played a rousing [cough, cough] game of Scrabble. The rules were slightly adjusted though and if a word was made that could be counted as a "love word", ya got double points. And I won. Have no idea how that happened, but I'm not complaining.

And that's about it. I think Valentine's Day as a married woman is much more calmer and quieter than as a single person and I'm not sure how that happens. I had the best parties and gatherings with my girlfriends before I met Kc. Such girly times and honestly, they were really fun. Maybe just girls should celebrate V-Day -- we like the colors pink, red, and purple a lot more than guys. We like chocolate. We like giggling. We like girly-movies. We like flowers. I dunno. Just a thought. :)

I did have the desire to make valentines for people, but I thought of it too late and then didn't really know who I'd give them to. Pretty sure that Kace wouldn't be too thrilled with a dozen doily cards. Maybe he would, but I'm guessing not. I don't know when I'd have time to do them too. I think I'd look pretty funny, sitting at my receptionist desk with glue and glitter all over my fingers.