Well, boys and girls, it's Valentine's Day.
It's the day when boys and girls fret over whether or not they got chocolate...or flowers...or whatever.
Why does it have to be only one day a year? I'm not bitter, folks, I just don't like how much the day has become commercialized. The price of a bouquet of roses goes up by almost 40% this time of year. Sure, it's supply and demand, but it's kind of frustrating.
My wife and I made a deal this year: We wouldn't get anything for each other, and we wouldn't do anything. Why? We're both very busy. I'm not even sure when she's getting home tonight.
Did I listen? No. Now I was unable to sneak flowers into her office like previous years, but I did get her a gift: an 80 minute massage at Litespa. (Am I afraid she's going to see this? No. She doesn't read the ole blog.) She needs it, so it becomes a great gift. Did I buy chocolates or flowers? No.
And yet, my students are convinced I am bitter. Why? Well I didn't wear red today (I wore brown. It's what was clean), I didn't give out any valentines (Are teachers supposed to do that?), and I made fun of a simile given to one of the students (It read: "Your eyes are like chocolate. I want to dive in and eat them." That would be cannibalism, boys and girls).
So, I'm done for the day. I have a test to write and sets to design....Oh and I'm still waiting for Steve to send me some pictures....I'm going to burn for that one.
May you have a fantastic Valentine's Day regardless of your marital or dating status.