February 14, 2015. Walmart, candy factories and jewelry stores have been preparing for that day for the past month. They bombarded us with commercials, advertisements, and colorfully-wrapped packages, each meant to entice us to buy them. They tell us that if we buy these things and give them to our loved ones, we will be loved. But perhaps, to some extent, these things can make us happy, temporarily.
Yesterday, people took their loved ones to restaurants and movies. They had candlelight dinners and spent time with loved ones. And if you were what’s-their-names who lives down their road from us, you put Fred the Skeleton into a new costume.
My Valentine’s Day
I can’t speak for you, but I love chocolate and flowers, and my husband got me both for Valentine’s.
He also got me a clean house (top to bottom, including dishes and laundry), and a homemade candlelight lunch.  Chicken, mac and cheese, and green beans. Yeah, I know, not fancy, but it just so happens to be my favorite comfort food meal, and he knows it. We spent the rest of the afternoon playing video games, and eating homemade apple pie and banana splits.
No, my husband can’t make apple pie. That was me.
I don’t need fancy things to be happy. I didn’t need jewelry or expensive restaurant dinners. Time with my hubby, cheep comfort food and a clean house worked for me.
Living with the Pun Master 