This year I said,
“Dear Nate, do NOT under ANY circumstance buy me flowers for Valentines Day.”
To which he replied (in shock), “But you LOVE getting flowers!“
To which I replied (firmly), “We are poor starving students and I would rather have food than flowers. Flowers die. Food gets eaten. You can buy about 400 pounds of potatoes for the price of a dozen long stemmed (GORGEOUS) red roses.” (that’s actually true….)
He mumbled and grumbled, but in the end I won (SWEET VICTORY!).
Which was all fine and dandy until we went to Costco on Saturday (february 13) afternoon (for a nutritious lunch of free samples). Did anyone else go to Costco on Saturday afternoon? It was amazing.
It was just as busy as any other Saturday, but THIS time it was ALL men buying FLOWERS! I noticed on our way in. 10 men in a row came out holding only a bouquet of flowers.
I started to get sad.
Inside was even worse. Hundreds. I wanted to cry. (don’t tell Nate)
Looking around my 200 square foot studio apartment the day after Valentine’s, on my counter I see not a beautiful bouquet of roses, but a sack of potatoes. No joke. Half of me is sad but the other 2/3s of me thinks it’s kind of funny. And all of me is imagining in 10, or maybe 20 or 30 years….
Valentine’s Day consists of 20 dozen long stemmed roses all around my house, a helicopter ride to the top of a mountain for a candlelight dinner, and then we go swimming in a chocolate fountain. that is full of marshmallows. mMmMmMm…