Valentine’s Day, two birthdays and an anniversary in one month. Did I mention this “Personal Holiday” windfall falls on the same month my usual cash flow is reduced to a pathetic trickle? When will the madness end?
Next month, apparently.
In the meantime, I have to contend with a crazy holiday pumped up by advertisers to ridiculous proportions and risk life and limb in a mad frenzy to find the “perfect card” to express what I should be telling “the wife” every day anyway!
And then the birthdays begin; the first six days after the sting of Valentine’s Day has begun to fade from my consciousness. The second, five days after that, brings with it the dreaded question, “What do you want for your birthday, Dad?”
Nothing against my daughter, but my answer is always the same, “Comics.” Mind you, Sarah loves going to Pulp Comics anyway, but only for her own stuff! A twelve-year-old girl really doesn’t want to search out comics for her Dad’s birthday. Not when she could be watching Glee!
At any rate, I forgot to mention the requisite birthday cake I have to covertly arrange for VampireLover. Would you like to guess what theme we go with every..single..year?
Finally, we reach the final and trickiest “Personal Holiday” of all – the anniversary. Get this one wrong, fellas and it’s your cahones that will pay the price. Trust me.
Don’t get me wrong, I know how lucky I am to have found a beautiful woman to even look at me, never mind become my wife. It’s the fact VampireLover means so much to me that makes me nervous when it comes to honoring what we have together.
So if my blog suffers for a few days this month please cut me some slack. My brain, not the sharpest to begin with, has been wore down to a shriveled stem.