Aah. Tomorrow is Valentines Day. Or to me, it’s simply called “Sunday.”
Wikipedia talks of 3 saints named Valentine. All were martyrs. Valentine of Terni was martyred on February 14. Little else is know about any of these men.
What else happened on February 14? Oh yes, a massacre in Chicago among the rival mafias. But I digress.
Over the past few days, on every talk and morning show, there has been much chatter about how to make your Valentine happy, how to now screw up gift giving, warnings to men about making their dinner reservation (and babysitter reservations!) early, etc.
The greeting card association estimates a billion Valentine cards are sent each year.
And they follow that 85% of all Valentines are purchased by women. Hum.
73% of Valentines Day flowers are bought by men.
15% of all flowers sent on Valentines Day are by women, to themselves. (antivday.com)
Maybe I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that. I’d rather celebrate the love that I probably don’t give enough credit every day, to people I see every day. And who know that dark chocolate and flowers need to be a part of every day life.
Happy Valentines Day to my amazing community of beautiful, strong, successful, funny, wise women who I walk through life with. Maybe some day, some sexy, strong, successful, funny, wise men will realize that they have been missing.
Happy Valentines Day to my family, who I love deeply.
And Happy Valentines day to you who are reading this.
Now I’m off to a wine, chocolate and cheese tasting with some of the lovely ladies mentioned above…. We’ve got making the most of this single thing down. We’ll raise a glass for you too – especially if you don’t have a valentine of your own. Happy Sunday everyone!
