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Valentine's Day Bother



Getting ready for Valentine's Day. Okay, I admit that this is rare but I am actually prepared for Valentine's Day this year. Both Valentine's Day AND my Valentine's Birthday (a week later). So how about that?! I'm amazed.

I'll admit it. Normally I procrastinate both of these blessed events. I waffle, stammer, and complain that my man is just too difficult to buy for (or knit for). He wants things like...a camper window purchased from a part-time vendor on E-bay. (No thanks, too risky.) Or a batch of molasses cookies. (Much too easy and common in our household. I make those quite frequently to show him that I love him.) Or he says that he just wants "Peace". (This request usually leaves me feeling under-appreciated like he's alluding that I am some kind of harpy. Gee, Honey, now I really want to make your special day pleasant.) Here's a hint, don't ask for peace if you really want it.

Speaking of hints, he's dying to know what I got him this year. Nope, he's not gonna find out here...however, his gifts are both practical and fun and they came from the Harley store. That's it.

He used to request hand-knitted items, a new hat or a new pair of socks--in manly colors only. That hasn't been a problem up until now. A lone sock (from the plated pictured pair) sits in silent accusation on his bedside table. No, he doesn't merit a new pair from me...yet.

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