Valentine's Day

And a happy Vday to my husband:

I had a conversation with my friend Heather on Facebook.  She mentioned that her boy friend's (that's my oldest grandson) everyday behavior was more important to her than candy or flowers.  I told her most men only get the cards and candy and flowers for their sweethearts because they know she will throw a hissy fit if they don't.  They have been trained.  They know how to avoid trouble at home.  I've heard women talk about yelling at their significant others for not getting them a valentine.  

Doesn't the whole thing lose some magic if the poor guy is spending money on you because he was threatened?  

So Cliff and I discussed this as we walked in the pasture today.  
"The one thing you should know beyond all doubt," he said, "is that I love you."  
Then we talked about how so much of the gift-giving is for show.  It always seemed peculiar to me that men would send women flowers at work.  Why not send them to their home?  Oh wait, if you send them to work, everybody will SEE how MUCH he loves you.    
And then I remembered to tell Cliff I ordered a burr coffee grinder for $87 a couple days ago.  "Hey Cliff, that can be my Valentine present from you!"
"Yeah," he said, "Happy Valentine's Day!"
Cliff took me and his sister for dinner at the local Mexican place Sunday, and he and I will celebrate the day tomorrow when the candy will be half-price.  I've found a really fancy place to eat while we're out:

Burger King, two chicken sandwiches for the price of one.  Yep, that suits me just fine.  
After we returned from our walk, I went blog-hopping and found out Angela had been thinking along the same lines as Heather and I had, and expressed her thoughts in her blog.  
And I said to myself, I'm gonna express my thoughts too!

Girls' Day Out

I spent a most enjoyable afternoon with my daughter and granddaughters.  We had soup and salad at Olive Garden, then did some shopping at Sam's Club; they still don't have my almonds.  And no, the four of us didn't have any wine; the waiter (who the girls deemed as "cute") hadn't removed the wine glasses yet.

Then we went by the dreaded Blue Springs Walmart; I was going to stay in the car because that place runs my blood pressure up, but I decided to risk it; things turned out fairly well there.  
Cliff and I seldom buy Valentine cards or gifts for one another, but since we were there anyway, I considered it.  Until I saw the crowd in the Valentine card aisle, that is.

Does everybody wait till the last minute?

I squeezed up amongst them briefly and looked at a few Valentines, only to realize that none of the verses and lines on those cards sounded like anything I'd say, even the joke ones.    
Thanks, Rachel and granddaughters, for a fun outing.

Haaaa!

So this morning at church, the pastor asked from the pulpit, "How many of you men are planning something for your wives for Valentine's Day?"

I said (not too loudly), "Hmph!"

Cliff smacked me in the back of the head like Jethro does his probies on NCIS.


In church!

Happy Valentine's Day

And thank you, Ben Stein, for this.