No, not this year. This year's was sweet and cute and family-oriented and fun. But my favorite blogger of all time, June at Bye Bye Pie, asked us what was our worst Valentine's ever and when I wrote out my response, I thought I should share it here too. Feel free to laugh at my expense.
When now-dh and I had been dating 2 or 3 years, he threw me a most fantastic Valentine's celebration. He cleared out one room and made into a full-blown Valentine extravaganza with handmade crafts, a romantic candlelit table, love music playing etc. He made us a fancy, delicious dinner and acted all romantic, pulling my chair out for me and the like. He gave me a couple of gifts during dinner and FINALLY dessert time came, and we had stars in our eyes, we were just so blissed out, and I KNEW, I knew he was going to propose. Finally.
And sure enough, he passed over a very small jewelry box and said, "this is for you," looking so pleased with himself and excited and nervous. I opened it to find . . . a clock. A tiny, gold, engraved clock.
|Mine is actually very sleek and simple. It's about 1" tall and 1" wide.|
What. the. heck?? I cried and he thought I loved it and then I really REALLY cried and it was just flat-out awful. That beautiful celebration turned into our biggest fight ever and I went home sobbing. I don't know what was worse, his retardedness or my severe overreaction to the disappointment. A couple years later we got engaged and life is now great. Despite the clock.