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Ahhh, Valentine's Day. You're expecting some sort of snarky post, aren't you? Well, surprise! If you've got a hankering for some classic Poker Chick, you can read our favorite Valentine's Day post circa 2007. Cracks us up, every time. No, really...read it. Please?
This year we're bypassing the usual cynicism; partly because we'll never be able to top our favorite post from 2007, and partly because this year we seem to have unearthed some hidden *gasp* optimism.
You see, this Valentine's day, things are different. Poker husband moved out a while ago, though we can't legally call him that anymore. We're checking that "other" box on forms now. While we're no experts on this subject, based on what we've seen in the movies and pop culture (which must be true, right?) the usual pattern is this: big fight - maybe even violent, someone yells sweet nothings such as "they're how old?!" or "your secretary, how could you!", someone moves out and overpays for a tiny hotel room, everyone is notified immediately, the lawyers are summoned, someone starts dating too soon, one wants the other one back but they're not interested, then they decide they do want them back and the other is now sleeping with their best friend, lots of drama, families involved, no one speaking to each other, yadda...yadda... yadda...
That's how it works, right? Oh, not quite? Interesting.
So that wasn't the case here either. Just a plain old boring case of two good people trying to be good parents and struggling to do the right thing and be [mostly] mature about it. For mini's sake, that's all we're going to say about that.
Which brings us back to Valentine's Day, clearly! You'd think that our first Feb 14th as a single mother would bring us down. But we're determined to create a happy home with some new traditions, and somehow Valentine's Day has us thinking about the people we love, and the people who have supported us, and we can't help but feel this wonderful appreciation for those loyal friends and family who were there for us. And so we had a sudden urge to buy mini a card, which we didn't understand. And then we had a sudden urge for chocolate, which we did understand.
And then we had this epiphany that we didn't actually hate Valentine's Day. We still hate the cheese and chintz, but the concept? Not as much. We realized that we were trained to hate Valentine's Day: Jews don't celebrate it. It makes people feel lonely and left out. Mom was diagnosed with an inhuman fatal illness that day. You know, the usual excuses.
While those were all very, very good reasons to hate this day indeed, it finally occurred to us that those were other people's reasons, not ours. We actually don't have a reason to hate it ourselves. So this year we're trying love and a couple of cards on for size.
But don't even try to come near us with those candy heart things or we'll barf all over you. Just sayin'. Love and optimism aside, it's still horribly offensive. Cheese is still cheese peeps, no matter how you slice it. You can quote us on that one.