Feb 13th, 2013 by Jennifer Lynn
Valentine’s Day is rubbish.
It’s such a ridiculous holiday full of insipid gestures that are blatantly obvious spending contrivances, and that bugs the ever-living shit out of me. (See here: Festively a minimalist. Yes, I am a true holiday joy.)
And, for those lacking a significant other…how dare you be single, you sad smudge of a human.
So pushing aside all of the frou-frou extravagance and pressure usually associated with Saint Valentine, here is my perfect V-Day treat:
A quick loll around town to inhale the crisp bitterness and piney aromas of winter, and then, when cheeks turn crimson, to return to the warmth of our homebase and whip up two frothy mugs of decadent, steamy hot cocoa. To be shared while indulging in a cushy snuggle on the sofa, cocooned in a tartan blanket loosely wrapped around the shoulders.
Also, to have my home scrubbed until each nook glistens. That would be absolutely fab as well.
Actually, can I just have a maid pop over for Valentine’s Day? Pretty please?
Do you have any planned romantic gestures underway with your sweetheart? Am I alone here in hating Valentine’s?