After today's workout I wandered over to a store to see if I could get a Valentine Day's card to show the spousal unit just how much he still means to me after all these years.

As far as I'm concerned, foresight is highly overrated and buying a card on Valentine's Day itself Still Counts.

I must have spent a good half hour working my way through the cards. There was all sorts of mushy gushy stuff, of course, but, well, I've known this man over 30 years. After seeing that much mutual bed head, anything that involves cupid or poetic protestations of love seems unrealistic.

In the end, I walked out empty-handed because I couldn't find anything that expressed how I feel about him. I looked and looked, but there wasn't a single card on the racks that used the endearment "fartblossom".

And to think the card companies have the audacity to claim they can cover any occasion.

Pfffffft.

We have nothing special planned for tonight or the weekend. Oh, wait, that's not exactly true because one of the specialty channels is running The Vagina Monologues Saturday night, something I've been dying to see for a while now.

Looks as if I will be watching it alone, though, because when I expressed my enthusiasm the spousal unit rolled his eyes and said he'd go read or something while it was on.

"But I thought you were into vaginas," I said slyly.

He started to laugh and said that oh yes, he was, but watching some woman rhapsodizing about her nether regions for over an hour was not the way his interest in the topic ran.

"Now, if there were pictures ..."

You know, he still has amazing reflexes for a guy almost in his 50's. I thought I had pitched that throw pillow pretty quickly and accurately, but he dodged it easily.

Note to self: must work on pitching arm.

--Marn

P.S.--To my absolute amazement, The Big Adventure is this week's featured site over at Wander Lust.

I could pretend I was a cool person and feign nonchalance about this but really, Who Would I Be Fooling?

My thoughts exactly.

So yeah, I'm mental with excitement and you should visit Wander Lust because there's a picture of me there with a rock, and really, what's more exciting than a picture of a woman in her 50's with a rock?

My thoughts, exactly.

Mileage on the Marnometer: 87.73 miles (141.16 kilometers)
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers