Surviving NJ

I hate the pressure that Valentine's Day puts on people. I hate that there's supposed to be one day of the year that's more special than others for love. I love my husband 365 days of the year, and I want him to feel that every day. I don't need a stinkin' day in February to state my case.

I hate how people get their expectations up, and if their partner doesn't get them what they hoped for, it makes people frustrated. She wants a ring, he gets her flowers. He wants some wicked lingerie and fun, she makes a romantic dinner. Seriously, why do we need one day in February for this.

I know, I know, I'm a girl, and I'll still gush when I'm remembered. Heck, we just love to tell our friends how great our guy is. Guess what he did!??? Ya know?

Man, one year I was working in an office, and my husband, then boyfriend sent me this freaking huge bouquet of 2 dozen long stem roses. It looked like a damn bush that took up half of my desk. I loved it. Who wouldn't want to get the biggest, best, and coolest flowers sent to the office ? Yeah, well after the thrill wore off, I had this bush I was pruning just so I could claim my desk back! It was awesome though, because I felt acknowledged. I guess that's the thing, I want to be acknowledged, but I want to be acknowledged in January and May, and April and October just as much as February.

We usually just agree that we'll go out to dinner one night that week...which we do every week! We're secure enough in our relationship to know that one day doesn't make a marriage.

....but on that note, honey, there's this gorgeous diamond eternity ring I like. No wait for me, because I want to pick it out. Oh yeah, and our anniversary is i the spring, then there's my birthday in the summer.....ha, kidding.