OK, I know this is totally kinda creepy, but last night FinnigantheCurious made himself a hamburger.
(Well, that in and of itself is not the creepy part. Showing you a hamburger for Valentine's Day is the creepy part. Unless you're vegan/veggie in which case, I totally hear you.)
He loves to make crazy shapes with the meat. We break out the cookie cutters and everything.
"Fun" with meat.
Last night he made one that was really huge and round like a, oh, tennis ball.
Like, huge. (He learned a lesson in why tennis ball-shaped meat does not cook well on the stove.)
The other one he made was this giant, flat thing.
I mean, it was like a huge watery pancake it was so thin and large.
BUT, it cooked down into this:
A heart patty!
I swear this is exactly what it did all on its own.
Isn't that crazy?
Clearly I don't have a lot going on here for Valentine's if I'm showing you heart-shaped hamburger patties.
I tried to cut my veggie patty into a heart shape too.
Well, my dears, the day has come, sob sob, that my little bear is not really into making Valentines anymore.
OK, not that he ever was, but he would, ever so sweetly, pretend that he was because I looooove to make kid Valentines.
I have to admit that I am really not into the whole adult Valentine thing, but that's just me.
(Although I do love to send cards to the grandmas and get them from the grandmas!)
I always feel so put upon by the whole thing.
Make card! Not too sweet, not too sappy, not too not sappy!
Buy candy that neither of us needs!
Get a baby sitter!
Make a reservation!
No reservations available! Move to Plan B. (or C, or D, or end up doing nothing.)
I know that is not very romantic of me, but I just don't really like it for me and Jackdaddy.
Jack, of course, is the most relieved man in America over this.
(Although we did get engaged on VD which was really sweet.)
(I think I was much more into it before I'd been married for eons. hahahaha.)
OK, where was I?
Oh, so, yea. Finn and Valentines.
I'm going to let you in on a little romantic secret!
Finn is sweet (really sweet) on a little girl who lives in the hood.
So I asked him if he would like to make her a Valentine, at least.
He said, no, but he would like to buy her some socks.
HAHAHAAH I swear to god...SOCKS.
How awesome is that?
She is the most adorable thing you've ever seen (and a much "older woman" to boot!) and she wears funky socks a lot so I think he's spot on with his idea.
So we're off to ride the bus downtown and find some special Valentine socks.
Sniff. I wish I could protect his romantic heart forever, but, alas, that is his journey to walk.
I only hope the road is paved with rainbows, unicorns and fairy love dust.
(Meaning I hope his heart is not ripped from his chest and stamped in gravel multiple times like mine was.)
That's my bloody Valentine wish for him.
I can't let him wake up with nothing in the way of Valentines though, now can I?
So there's a little stack of cards from me, and Grandmary and Jackdaddy.
And a little bag of Lindor's ...
And we're good to go!
I hope your love day is filled with whatever it is that you want, be it socks or whatever.
I want a nap and big, fat novel to read.
I wouldn't turn down some chocolate either.
PS I just heard the damn garbage truck go by. I forgot to put ours out. Dammit, dammit, dammit.