Valentines 2013 :: All Your Cookies Are Belong to Us.

Each year around Valentines Day, I bake sugar cookies (think of those soft and sugary Lofthouse cookies they sell at the grocery store, but way better), and I lovingly ice them and pipe snarky phrases on them.

Welp, my Anti-Valentines Day Sugar Cookies did not get baked this year.

Chalk it up to super crazy busy times in BOTH the ‘ol etsy shop and my ‘ol day job.

The day job threw the trump card yesterday with an all-day project that wouldn’t die until 7 ‘o clock last night.

Once I got home, did I bake? Did I work on some new goodies for the etsy shop?

NOPE.

I spent 45 minutes with my son, who I then put to bed at 8pm, and then I poured myself a glass of Wine By Joe Pinot Noir and sat on my ass with my husband.

It was marvelous.

While Rob and I don’t usually do anything for V-Day, last year was an exception, as we were getting adjusted to being three, since we were just a family of two for so many years.

So many years, in fact, that today marks our 10-year dating anniversary.

“Wait,” you say, “Your anniversary is ON Valentine’s Day, and yet you do NOTHING?”

That’s right.

You see, our dating origins don’t involve a first date at a romantic restaurant, or roses or chocolates of any kind.

Our dating origins involve a college Anti-Valentine’s Day party thrown by yours truly.

Why, at the ripe age of 21 was I “anti” Valentine’s Day?

Was I embittered by some jerk who broke my heart? Did I Choo-Choo-Choose someone and they humiliated me on live television (sorry, I HAD to make that Simpsons reference!)?

No. It’s actually more sad than that.

When I was in high school, we had a family friend who committed suicide.

On Valentine’s Day.

We will never really know why, but he left behind a wife, stepchildren, and a daughter who was still cooking in the oven.

It will affect me for the rest of my life.

Which really, really sucks, because I’m a firm believer that love can do far more powerful things than anything else in the world. I wish there was more love being shown everywhere. Love, compassion, you name it, it is magical and should not be taken for granted.

So while Rob and I approached our 10 years of awesomeness, I didn’t plan anything extravagant, but I did make this:

It does the math: how many years, days, hours, minutes we’ve been together. All with a nifty 8-bit-looking font.

Baaaaah! I know, it’s SO sappy! Here’s the back:

I felt the video game theme was very appropriate, as Rob and I are nerds, and he pretty much introduced this n00b to video games, as I was completely deprived as a child, unless I was at an overnighter at my aunt’s house, where we would OD on candy and soda, and play The Legend of Zelda on her SNES until 2am.

Those were magical times.

But it never honed my gaming skills, as I totally suck at video games. Rob and I spent a summer in Pullman while we were attending WSU, and we obtained an NES to pass the time (as we were in college and totally broke), and he kicked my ass playing Tetris multiple times. I get wistful from time to time about that summer.

But now I’m fatter, smarter, and richer (translation = less poor, and riddled with student loan debt), so who the hell cares!

Now to go make brinner (breakfast for dinner = best food ever!) for my two sweethearts with our heart-shaped waffle maker.

I know, barf.

Crappy Valentines, everyone!