Thank Goodness That’s Over

I ever so happily put the Valentine Decorations away today.  It’s never been a favorite holiday of mine.  Any other day of the year,  I’d love to receive flowers from my man.  But something about the 14th of February just takes the romance out of it.  That and my husband knows that chocolate is a banned substance for me as it brings on my tremors.  So the guy can’t win when his wife says no to flowers that die or chocolates that make her rock and roll.  Prince Erik tries but I just don’t dig it.  Last year my dear gave me 14 days of Valentines leading up to the big day.  It was one of his brighter moments, and he did a great job.  This year he teased that because he did 14 days of Valentines last year he’s covered for the next 13 years.

So you must imagine my overwhelming joy when I got this sweet child’s Valentine on Sunday.

And he threw in a  work retreat art project that his team got to do.  They went to a warehouse and blew glass.  So I got a paperweight from my big guy.  And no I’m not taking wagers on how soon it will get broken. 

 

He told me that he thought of me the entire time he was making it, and that his turned out the best of all his co-workers, as theirs looked like lumps of poop.  I didn’t dare mention that the coloring of the inside of my magical little paperweight bore a striking resemblance to the innards of chickens I helped my dad gut when I was a farm girl.   I did like all the little bubbles and wisps of blue (my favorite color).  Almost magical. 

And in the off chance that Prince Erik does read this post.  I Love it dear.  Memories of  the present and past all in one peculiar little glass ball. 

See I can’t complain all I got him was a card.  Our budget was that good. 

Honestly we’re saving our pennies because in a couple of months we are going to try to remember to celebrate a couple of decades of wedded togetherness.

So back to packing up Valentines.  I did it first thing this afternoon and pulled out decorations for one of my favorite holidays.

I can’t wait for St. Patrick’s Day. 

It’s magical around our house.  Lots of Irish stories, crafts and food.

And a visit from the Wee Leprechauns themselves.

I have a feeling it’s going to be a great month.  I’m still begging for a new computer.  Turns out, my laptop was mostly dead, which means it wasn’t all dead.  The monitor is beyond resuscitation, but the darn noisy core still works if you hook it up to an external monitor.  Since I’m computer challenged I couldn’t figure out how to do it.  So Prince Erik graciously hooked it up for me this evening.  So I guess I’m still plugging away on a half dead beast.  I know, I know, yes I am grateful that part of it works.

Well, I’m off to see where if I can find where Hope put my new paperweight – She thinks it’s fairy treasure.