2009-02-18 - 4:05 p.m.
Just put it on my tombstone. Eh!

Ok, so. Valentine's Day. Kind of a just a regular day for me. Predictably, I couldn't really care less about some mushy gushy love holiday. It's fine, people can celebrate it, whatever. It's just not a day I get worked up about either way (though it does tend to drive me crazy how it sends so many people into self-pity convulsions - "I'm so lonely! I'm going to die ALONE")

Anyway, I had Monday off, so I drove home Friday and spent it with my parents. We ate and talked and went a movie - good times were had by all.

Then I got a picture message from RD. It was a huge bouquet of roses. It was for me. From that solider I've been emailing in Iraq. It's been since the beginning of January that we've been talking and yeah, we're going to meet when he comes back next month.

He mentioned a while ago that he likes celebrating Valentines Day and I laughed a little at him. He said he figured, based on what he knows about me, that I don't really care. He was right, but he said he wanted to do something anyway. Ok.

When I got home, I took a gander at the flower. And criminy! The bouquet is GIANT. There are huge red roses and beautiful tiger lilies, at least 12 a piece. This guy laid out some dough for this monstrosity.

And I'm still just like "Eh". Eh! That's all I can muster! RD seems to think this should buy GI Joe some time. Could be, but mostly, I'm still just like "eh".

Not that I don't enjoy his emails - I do. Genuinely.

And still. Eh!