Friday the 13th and Valentine’s Day in the same weekend…
Naturally when Valentine’s Day falls on a Saturday that means the day before is the “dreaded” Friday the 13th! Den Den Den…
For all you superstituous folks out there, don’t walk under any ladders today and if you see a black cat wallking your way just turn and run. 
So the Hallmark holiday is upon us. I do like to “celebrate” Valentine’s Day in the sense that my husband and I exchange cards and either go out to dinner or dessert, etc. We don’t do anything over the top like expensive gifts but rather we consider Valentine’s Day an automatic date day/night. Yes it is a fake holiday but it is fun to give and get cards, isn’t it?
For those of you who hate Valentine’s Day I thought I would share an article I found on msn that features some “Valentine’s Day Horror Stories” - none of these are particularly “horrific” but they are pretty bad/amusing. One example from the article:
Ex Hits the Spot
After secretly dating two guys — Dan and Joe — for a few months, I told Joe I didn’t want a relationship, so that I could get serious with Dan. On Valentine’s Day, Dan took me out to dinner, and I almost choked on my drink when our waiter arrived. It was Joe! To make matters worse, Dan ordered a dish with béchamel sauce, which he loved. He gushed to the waiter, a.k.a. my ex, “If she could cook like this I’d marry her.” I wanted to die.
February 13th, 2009 at 6:18 pm
Ok here is my bad VD story. It has more to do with a bad gift. When I was young and single I lived in a little tiny Cottage House with one bathroom. It was built in the 1920’s and had really old tile in the bath. I loved that bathroom it was so cute and “vintage”. Anyway I had been dating “Mr. Wonderful” for a couple of months and he took me out for dinner. He brought out a box about the size of a coat box. Rabbit Fur Coats were all the rage and I just knew he had bought one for me. I tore into that box like a fat girl after a donut. There wrapped in pink tissue was not a rabbit fur coat but a matching Barbie Toilet set. You know the furry cover for the seat and the tank cover. It didn’t go very well with my vintage bathroom.
February 14th, 2009 at 10:14 pm
I would have been afraid that the waiter had spit on the food. I’ve heard from waiters that they do that when inspired to do so.
February 15th, 2009 at 10:07 am
Gladys - Wow, a matching Barbie set for someone older than 11 is pretty bizarre.
Right there with you Jan, I think I would have suggested another restaurant and just left!
February 15th, 2009 at 11:01 am
LOL! Now THAT is a funny Valentine story — as long as it’s not happening to you.
Andrew and I view it the same way you do. Date night.
Hope you don’t mind, but we’ve tagged you for the Honest Scrap Award. : ) It’s an award for people who display transparency and honesty in their blogs.
February 16th, 2009 at 9:16 am
Thanks Karen! I will work on the post/tagging tonight.