So, today is one of my least favorite days of the year. Ugh, Valentine’s Day. And as we’ve already discussed, we watch a lot of Disney Junior in my house. And they’ve been playing the same three or four valentine’s day episodes over and over and over again. Now, I have a Vampirina song stuck in my head. I woke up with it on repeat in my brain.
Anyway, there are a lot of reasons why I don’t particularly like Valentine’s Day. First, I just hate pink….SO MUCH. When I was little, my mom dressed me in pink all the damned time. My room was pink. Everything was PINK. Then she started to buy me clothes as an adult and when I brought up that a particular shirt was pink, she responded that it wasn’t pink…it was oatmeal. NO! That’s pink. Oatmeal isn’t a color. We agreed that she wouldn’t buy me clothes ever again.
Valentine’s Day is a literal pink nightmare. I can’t take it. Meanwhile, Scarlett loves pink and wants to wear it everyday. This is my punishment for all my wrongs. And by wrongs, I mean being a bitch, pretty much every day.
Then, there’s the obligatoriness of Valentine’s Day (yep, i just made up a word there). I don’t like being told what to do. And a holiday doesn’t get to tell me when to tell the people around me that I love them. I’m sorry, it just doesn’t.
Also, I hate boxes of chocolates. There’s only like three good ones in the whole box. The rest, I just bite into, decide I don’t like it, and then hand it to Ross. Such a waste. Why can’t I just have an entire box of chocolate covered caramels? Why do I need a map for the fucking chocolates? Why?
So, in honor of Valentine’s Day this year, I have a hair appointment after work.