Someone Stole My Valentine

There's a gorgeous dirty blond bombshell that has entered my life and stolen the heart of my beloved. She has it all looks, a heart of gold, and eyes that could melt you and increase the rage of global warming. All those many Valentine's Days full of chocolates and flowers and stuffed animals orbiting me as their primary gravity force are no more. Nope. It is all about the new little gal.

And I am totally cool with that.

For years, I have begged Doug not do buy into the hype and give me cheesy cards and candies just for the sake of meeting the Valentine's demands. I'm a practical girl. I seriously despise stuffed animals....I have a firm belief they can take over you life if you are not careful. I'm not much of a chocolate girl, and flowers....while they are quite lovely, they die. And they leave you a smelly vase and dead, wilted flowers to dispose of. Besides, I think I have met my flower quota. When Doug and I first started dating, he bought me dozen roses every week for almost a year. His rule of thumb was, "I will replace the old ones with new before they begin to wilt". Sweet, but I remember my mom saying, "Tell him no more flowers unless he wants to plant you a garden. I think I am developing allergies."
Jewelry is never bad, but I am quite picky about what I really like, and I am perfectly happy with my wedding ring and my Claire's earrings.
So, Doug has resorted to asking me if there is anything special I desire weeks before Valentine's Day. Last year, I asked for a new self rinsing mop bucket (I know what you saying, romantic huh?), but Doug absolutely refused to get one for me. Instead he settled on another wish list item and got me some new ear phones for my iPod and some awesome new running shoes. JACKPOT! Now that is my idea of a great gift that says I love you. Doug said buying those things made him feel like a bum.

But...things are much better for him now that we have a little Valentine to spoil. All those teddy bears holding tiny hearts of I Love You no longer call my arms home....instead, Kaelan gets the honor.

Yep....someone has stolen my Valentine.....

And I am totally cool with it.