Mrs. Flinger: Blog

We don’t “DO” Valentine’s Day. We never have. We do “The Discount Chocolate Day” on February 15th, but not a day before. We do “let’s go to the mountain today” or “let’s make home-made cookies” or “let’s go to the beach” but we don’t do Vday.

Vday is too.. I dunno.. Venereal sounding for me.

I’ve always told Mr. Flinger if I asked him to do something nice for me on Valentine’s day it means he’s in deep shit. VERY deep shit. Instead, I prefer not getting a dozen roses or a card with a half-assed scribbled, “with love, your-husband-that-sleeps-next-to-you-every-night-remember-me?” He better be making an effort to love the me other days of the year and if he’s not, he will have to do much more than get a card or purchase some diabetes-inducing chocolate. He better buy me an island in the Pacific.

So we don’t do gifts. We don’t do a special dinner. We don’t do a date night or a holiday or a trip.

Instead, let’s all gather around and watch some fantastically fun songs. Shall we? Gather hands now and sing along.

Lalallalalalal Let’s Make Out! Lalallalalalalalal Let’s Make Out!

Let’s Make Out from Mrs. Flinger on Vimeo.

I love you more than a kid loves candy. More than a PMSing woman loves chocolate. Well, almost as much as that last one.

Love You More from Mrs. Flinger on Vimeo.

And if that doesn’t make you smile, here’s a little more “risque” card:

Who says I’m not romantic?

I’ll even make some good-carb pancakes for the children in the shape of a heart with some strawberries just for Love-Day.

Are you gagging yet?

I am.

In the spirit of Ashton, let’s all tell the people we hate on Valentine’s day how we really feel and go back to loving our people the rest of the year. Deal? Deal.

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