We're swearing off Valentine's Day FOREVER

We love each other, very much. We appreciate small tokens of love, even on this Ha.llmark holiday...

In spite of our undying love for one another, V-day is just not our day. Even when we don't attempt to make a super-romantic evening out of it, things just fall flat.

Last year, I made a very romantic dinner complete with homemade chocolate mousse (the best either of us had ever had.) Soon after dinner, we found a mouse in our garbage can and evidence that a herd of mice had infested the house. The day after spending an entire evening cleaning mouse poop out from under the sink, we called Or.kin.

Fast forward to last night. We spent the evening in birthing class where we had to watch more birthing videos that make me think that hiring a surrogate next time is the way to go. Class got out late, as it always does, and we drove home in snowstorm aftermath, as we always do. At 10pm, I walked into the house and heard a noise. Took off my shoes, and stepped onto the family room (in the basement) carpet. Squish, squish, squish. I called Erin back from the neighbor's house where she was going to shovel the walk. It took us 20 minutes of investigating before realizing that a pipe had burst. Now, our brand new basement carpet is ice cold and wet. Did I mention we have guests coming for the weekend?

We agreed that we no longer believe in V-day. It's apparently the yearly annivesary for something to go wrong. Then again, E pointed out that so far in this pregnancy, the garage ceiling has caved in, the back deck and porch have sprung new leaks, the dining room windows and chandelier have leaked, and now we have a burst pipe -all on top of record snowfalls that require E to shovel inches upon inches several times a week.

What a winter story to tell the grandkids!!!