Yesterday we didn’t set our alarms because the district called a snow day by 7pm the night before. We woke up at 9am, a blissful lie-in. As we watched the remaining defining landmarks around our neighborhood continue to lose shape and disappear under the snow, CC looked up from his computer and confessed.
CC: Umm, your flowers aren’t going to make it here tomorrow. Because of the weather.
CC: Yeah, for Valentine’s Day. None of the trucks delivering fresh flowers are getting through. They all have notices up.
Me: Oh. You won’t be receiving your gift, either. It’s kind of a project that involves me leaving the house. That isn’t happening except for the digging out to go to work part tonight.
I’ve long held the view that Valentine’s Day is the largest BS, commercially-fabricated holiday, surpassing even “X-mas”. However, I am a huge fan of chocolate, and flowers. And finally, later in my life, I am a fan of love. So in honor of Valentine’s Day, here are a few thoughts about love.
FROM MY WEDDING INVITATION:
“Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.”-Matt Groening
FROM MY FRIEND TRACI, WHOM YOU CAN FOLLOW ON PUNCHNEL’S, ON MOM LOVE:
I told my son that I loved him so much it almost hurt. He said, “I love you more, so it does hurt.” If he keeps suggesting that he can outlove his mother, I’ll show him hurt.
FROM MY FRIEND AMY, WHOM YOU CAN FOLLOW ON 50 DATES IN 50 STATES, ON DOG LOVE:
At work, I usually take a moment when things get intense or low or too quiet to ask: Have I told you today how much I love my dog? To which they answer, I don’t think you have yet, today. And then I say: I love my dog so much, it’s stupid.
IN RESPONSE TO MY QUESTION, “WHAT MAKES A HAPPY MARRIAGE?”
My mom, happily married to my stepdad for 18 years: “Let your spouse be him/herself. Keep your sense of humor. Encourage each other’s interests. Learn the skill of listening and patience.”
My stepmom, happily married to my dad for 30 years: “A sense of humor and lots of prayer… not always in that order.”
Me to #5: What do you think is the key to a happy marriage?
#5: umm…I don’t know?
#5: Umm… I’m eleven?
Me: Okay, what do you love more than anything in the whole world?
#5: Ummm…. I don’t know.
Me: Dad? Jack? Video games? Bacon?
#5: I don’t know. Can I go now?
Happy Valentine’s Day. What do you think about love?
13 thoughts on “Beware the Ice Weasels.”
Love is like stepping in dog shit. Once it’s there, it’s never coming off.
I love that.
I’m lucky I have a husband who understands that kind of romance.
In our family, love is a bicycle. And a chrome-plated rubber-band ball that hangs inside a back-lit designer toilet seat. I can’t quite explain…
I love this as well. I can totally get behind a back-lit toilet seat (or in front of).
Happy Valentine’s Day, JM! I hope your husband can dig out and go buy you kid-spit-free chocolates!
Happy Valentine’s Day! We did, in fact dig out. He did most of the work and that’s a perfect gift in my book!
My husband informed me that I might not receive my THREE planned deliveries today!! So now I’m intrigued and kind of disappointed. If he hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t have even noticed, I think. Oh well, I can wait for whatever it is until Saturday.
Love is not giving a damn about made up holidays, but getting a hug from your husband on a day you REALLY need it.
I’m just commenting so you don’t have to clean the house. I know what that feels like. Happy Belated Valentine’s Day!
And I thank you! I was heading into the kitchen to clean up but got the comment notification first. I’ll clean up in the morning. And by “clean up”, I mean “make the kids do it”.
I understand! I enjoy your blog by the way! Another couple of minutes?
Totally got me out of laundry detail. You’re the best!