Grace, (my partner in crime,) and I have always hated Valentines Day. In fact, we typically loathe the month of February in general. Each month in the year has something going for it– but February always comes up short, (and I mean, even on leap years.) Of course, I always loved making dozens of homemade Valentines Day cards, because that is right up my crafty alley. But as the holiday began to take on more than candy and crafts the joys soon wore off. As Grace puts it, (after some wise censoring,) “this day of hellacious splendor makes me want to fight bunnies.” So maybe that’s a little dramatic, but we have never been the ‘let’s cuddle and love each other’ kind of people. So a day solely dedicated to openly showing your love and affection for people is basically our worst nightmare.

So this year, Valentine’s Day lived up to my expectations, meaning it was horrible. Wait, let’s not get ahead of myself– this post is actually supposed to be a trip recap, so I feel obligated to mention my 3 day ski/ avalanche training trip. But… I don’t really feel like it. We skied, it was fun, and I’d rather just rant about V-Day.

I was phone-less and watch-less yesterday (because my watch broke) so I didn’t realize it was February 14th right away. It wasn’t until after the road block that kept us waiting for an hour, the car crash setting us back 3 (but more like 4) hours, and me getting a traffic ticket did I realize it was in fact V-Day. It was only natural to have such bad luck and bad timing on Valentine’s Day. And since the outrageous fine accompanying the outrageous ticket is over 25% of all of my money, I am a good percentage poorer and a huge percentage more bitter about Valentine’s Day.

So the gist of the story is, this year’s Valentine’s day didn’t do any favors for itself, or for the month of February in my eyes. Good thing I get the weekend to relax, followed by a trip to London… the future is looking bright!