Valentine's Day is not my favorite holiday. In fact I don't really celebrate it with my husband. He kind of ruined it by breaking up with me on Valentine's Day in 1994. We were college sweethearts and met when we were the ripe age of 19. About a year into our relationship, he wanted to date other people. He chose Valentine's Day to drop that bomb. His playing the field days didn't last long, 2 weeks later we were back together. Now 15 years and 3 kids, we are still going strong.
It is a funny story now even though I was heartbroken for those 2 whole weeks. I only hold it over his head because I am too cheap to buy cards and chocolates. Plus, we are not the most romantic couple. Rather than lovers (that word makes me shudder), we are more like immature kids that show affections by pulling each other's finger or slinging insults as terms of endearment. These conversation hearts are right up our ally.
Snap, Crackle and Pop, anyone else find them kind of creepy?