Much to the horror of retailers and restaurants and the joy of my husband and the kids, we’re getting a blizzard for Valentine’s Day. Snow day! We haven’t had one since December of ’05, so it was time. We’ve 12-18+ forecast with some areas getting over two feet, and the ramifications are horrifying…no Dunkin Donuts for me today. And we’ll have at least a two-hour delay tomorrow.

Fortunately, I got to the store yesterday and got the things I needed for Valentine’s Day. The boys each get a little gift and a card from us, and they get a card for Daddy. I also bought a card for the husband to give to them to give to me. Of course I chose one that says “You’re the Best Mom Ever!”

Yes, I know that’s not how it’s supposed to be done. But while I’m sitting here in my jammies blogging and drinking coffee, after which I will putz around the house and write and drink more coffee, my husband’s putting another ten hours into his sixty-hour work week—today in a blizzard. Several years ago we mutually agreed to stop spending four coffees’ worth of money on anniversary cards, but he usually manages at least a card for Valentine’s Day. With work and weather crazy right now, I helped him out. Because “I’m the Best Wife Ever!”

So while cleaning my office yesterday I was really hoping to come across some horrific poetry I wrote while in high school so I could share one with you for VD, but…oh well. That might be for the best.