Flowers are nice.
Candy is sweet…
A card is good if you write in it.
Some even buy jewelry.
Ahhh the day of heightened expectations; and shattered dreams.
What? Am I wrong? Bullshit. I am so right.. you just hate to admit it. Valentine’s Day is the one day of the year that ALL women expect their men to blow out of the water but no matter what they do, it’s never enough. Never. If it’s a dinner reservation, it’s not at the exact place you wanted. If it’s flowers you’re thinking,”They die. Really?” Or if it’s a card (which should be perfectly perfect) you are pissy…he didn’t use his words. And you’re waiting for the gift that goes with it. Ha.
When did Valentine’s Day become such a high-pressure holiday? And when did we as women get to be such spoiled little brats?