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V-Day Is On Its Way

Last night J let it slip that he got me something for Valentine's Day. I have no clue what it is, but he was down right giddy about it last night and he "can't for Valentine's Day this year". Now, I love surprises but I hate knowing about them before hand because I can't stop trying to guess in my head what it possibly could be. I run through a million scenarios. Drives me batty. I'd rather not know for fear that I may expect this:

And get this:

Which I would love, LOVE, L.O.V.E., but you could imagine a slight feeling of let down.

Anywho, so all this speculating and wondering this morning made me realize something. This is my first, real live, 100% fur realz Valentine's gift. Seriously!
1. It's a total surprise that he picked out/planned out all by himself
2. I don't have to go buy it (here's the money for your present oh and uh while you're picking that up can you pick up C's girlfriends' gift while yur at it, thanks honey - yeah that SERIOUSLY happened to me one year)
3. His mom isn't calling him to ask if he wants her to order me some flowers, which I later have to go to the florist and pay for. Yeah, that happened multiple times... I'd rather get nothing.

So now I don't care if its a kindergarten-fingerpaint of a heart that say "I luv yu", I'm ecstatic! I'm used to going all out and buying or baking something sweet for my bf, spending all my time and energy on some creative something to make him feel special and I get nada in return. I suppose I knew I would get something from J. Definitely a foot massage and a dinner cooked for me. But now that I know he's gotten me something/doing something special for me (I really have no clue), I'm overly excited. It's quite pathetic.

My parents always did extra-sweet stuff for each other for Valentine's Day the whole time I was growing up (they're disgusting, it's adorable), so V-Day was always a little rough for me. I just got used to getting nothing and excepted my parents as the sickly-sweet, mushy-gushy, unnatural freaks of relationship nature they are. Now I'm one of those freaks... Yay for Valentine's Day!! <3


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