This Valentine's Day I'm a REAL woman, tralala..

The lovely shipbuilding made me aware of some pretty good Valentine cards from Dirtfarm.



Or what about this:



There is at least one ex I could send that to (no not YOU, of course not, you're reading this blog, aren't you!)

Anyway, today, like a tigress, I went out into the snow to hunt and gather fresh tulips, chinese takeaway for a cranky vegetarian (the geek) a cute card and cinnamon buns. (yeah, I know I can bake, but what the-f, I've housewifed myself to death this month already!

Successful hunting and gathering led to a nice extra long 2 hour quality lunch for me and the Geek, and I'd even managed to lay down with my mighty spear, some chinese donuts. All was well. And then someone knocked on the door.

And there it was: The american Valentines day coming to visit. An old guy delivering a HUGE bouquet of red roses in a vase, a fucking VASE!

Last year the Geek gave me a stuffed seal, and there's been chocolates earlier years, certainly, but this was the first CLASSICAL TIME.

I'm a real woman now, nyah, nyah, nyah. I can die in peace!

So how are you guys, lonely?

Did I mention the HUGE bouquet in here?

seriously, why don't we just give our single friends a HUG and say that we luuub them on this day, valentines is for everyone, yadda yadda yadda

HUGE FUCKING PILE OF FRICKING ROSES, OKAY!! HA!!!

(All those who haven't de-friended me now, can receive their masochist prize, I DO love you, even though you obviously don't love me any more)

Sorry, all done now. You'll have to excuse me, I'm just a mundane socialist geek-girl from Sweden, I'm not used to the extravaganza. Suddenly I felt like Mae West..and I just can't deal with that.

I'm still staring at my roses, wondering if I should offer them a cup of tea or something...
Secretly I'm starting to doubt their motives, since they are so much prettier than me...