The Scoop: Hoop and I were supposed to quit smoking today, but we decided to wait until Saturday. Did you all just roll your eyes simultaneously? I think you did. Who the hell had the bright idea of starting this thing on a TUESDAY anyway, and Valentines nonetheless? "Happy V-Day baby. I love you. Please accept this box of chocolates as I beat you in the head with it."
There's also the trust issue. If the world were being taken over by giant lizards from outer space, I could trust Hoop to try and rescue me. "Try" being the operative word. But when it comes to ten unsupervised hours, I can't trust that he wont smoke. Together we can at least monitor each other. I expect plenty of hand slapping and possibly a few titty-baby moments from me, but I think we'll do OK.
Valentine: The oldest Valentine to date was written in 1477 by Margery Brews to her fiance, John Paston.
"Right reverent and worshipful and my right well-beloved valentine, I recommend me unto you full heartedly, desiring to hear of your welfare, which I beseech Almighty God long for to preserve unto his pleasure and your hearts desire.
And if it pleases you to hear of my welfare, I am not in good health of body nor of heart, nor shall I be till I hear from you.
For there knows no creature what pain that I endure, and even on the pain of death I would reveal no more."
Two years ago I wrote a Valentine to myself that said,
"Cupid shoots his arrows swift and straight,
into the hearts of lovers.
I wish he'd aim a little high,
and shoot the hearts of others."
The front was decorated with Cupid on a spit with an apple in his mouth. As you can tell, I'm not a big fan of this Hallmark Holiday. For those of you who are... I wish you heaps of chocolate that wont go straight to your hips, roses that will never wilt, dinner plans that don't involve a "drive thru," and romps around the bedroom that wont get interrupted by kids or dogs or ringing phones.
Daily Hoop Conversation:
Tink: I had a dream last night that we found this huge multicolored snake in the yard and by the time it reached us it had turned into a multicolored puppy. Isn't that strange?
Hoop: Yeah it is.
Hoop: So does this mean we can dye the dog?