Don't Celebrate V-day?

Sick of the V-day posts? The rampant news articles touting the benefits of chocolate, strategically aligned to coincide with V-day? The lovey-dovey, romantic stuff that's floating around? The random clients and friends that wish you happy V-day?

Well then, forget all that and join me in wishing my mother a happy birthday.

Because she's wonderful and cheery and sweet. And she's also 59. But don't tell her I told you that.

Tonight she will come home and my father will give her two bouquets of flowers. One "romantic" red rose bouquet for V-day, and one "friendship/lover" yellow rose bouquet (or similar pretty-but-sweet thing) for her B-day. How do I know? Because he's done this every year that I can remember. It's sweet.

Happy Birthday Mom.

Now if I can just remember to call her.

Cupcakes!

LAST WEEK:
I walk out of my office, head down. Take a hard left. Lift my head up and look out at the kitchen area.

"CUPCAKES!!!"

I can't help but squeal. A real, honest-to-goodness squeal.

My co-workers start laughing at my enthusiasm.

It's not even that I like cupcakes that much, but it's just that, well...cupcakes!

There's nothing like unexpected cupcakes.

TODAY:

There were expected cupcakes. I have to say, they're nearly as good as unexpected ones.

Additionally, my sister is my new Valentine. Derrick has been demoted over cupcakes.