Technically, we don't celebrate valentines day. It's phony balogne and Joey shows me he loves me all the time so we try not to endorse hallmark's capitalization on a regular day. Those bourgeois over at hallmark, you guys don't fool me for one second. Not to say I don't expect something. oh I definitely do. And I definitely send cards. but homemade or Engrish ones. It's kind of like when you ask your mom what she wants for her birthday and she plays that whole, "Oh hunny, you're so sweet I don't need anything..." card, but if you actually listened to her and did that, you would be in huggge trouble. Our valentines day fits into that type of category. So we do do something small. Like cards and flowers and grilled cheese sandwhiches in the middle of the week and "you better pay full attention to me tonight," type small.
But oh! homemade gifting makes me so excited so I couldn't wait until Valentines day. I made Joey a dream catcher and gave it to him ten days early. whoops. I think I just was just so proud of myself and that I actually figured out how to make one I couldn't keep it a secret. But here is the premise on why a dream catcher. And it's mostly selfish actually, but not really. Joey likes to harass me in his sleep. Fact. He says things like "You have great micro business management skills," (as if that's a compliment) and "Give me a good example of hydro testing!" and on the really fun nights, he occasionally will sit up and screams some sort of profanity in my direction. It's frightening but perfectly endearing all at the same time. So I made him a dream catcher to weed out all the quizzes and explicit language and backhanded compliments in hopes of hearing sweet things like "you have beautiful hair no matter what the humidity does to it" and "you smell like sunshine and flowers, always" and "I'm perfectly ok with you being a bed hog"...that sorta thing. I haven't seen any improvement as of late, but I will keep you posted.
To stick with the whole" Dances with Wolves" theme I stole a blanket and a scarf from myself and made a makeshift rain dance themed table setting. Then I made roasted tomato and bell pepper soup with grilled pepperjack cheese croutons because that's totally what the Aztecs ate too. I will load up the recipe for that soup though because it was bomb diggity.
I'm totally eating my words on boycotting the holiday; my night was spent with Joey smothering me with love and gifts and island get aways and me trying to convince him to watch a horror film. Romance. I guess I do really actually love the holiday. And oh how I love that man.
