That could have gone poorly...

Ryan and I rarely celebrate Valentine's day on the 14th. This is because Ryan typically has class at night until 9:30pm. This year was no exception. As usual we celebrated the day after and I made all red food--our system has always been "red food and red wine, no gifts is fine." However, we do purchase cards for one another.

This year Ryan sent me a singing Valentine from the UCR Chamber Singers over the phone--very nice indeed. I on the other hand have always tried to find the most amusing (and occasionally inappropriate) card they offer at Target. This year I bought the card but could not locate it on Valentine's day. Ryan forgave me but I was still puzzled... where did this card go? Did it sprout cupid wings and fly away? What had become of it? Was it lying in the gutter discarded and alone? Should I send out a search party? Do Valentine's day cards have feelings? If so, does my Valentine's day card feel rejected and abandoned?

The thoughts of my poor valentine blown into the sewer system, sandwiched between an abandoned Mountain Dew and a stale moon pie haunted me for days. Then it hit me--at 12:30am Tuesday morning. The card must be in the Target bag with the baby bottles I purchased for our daycare provider. I woke Ryan up and made him promise to look in the bag before he dropped of the goods with Tracy. Thank goodness he did--the card was indeed safe inside the bag. I'm glad that it came to me at the last minute or the first day that our babies were in daycare could have been a little bit tense, "Um, yeah, the babies did great. They slept for two hours and had a couple of wet diapers each. Also... I hope those rug burns your wife gave you on V-day healed up well. You can hardly see the ones on your face anymore." Wonderful.