Where Was I On Valentine's Day?

Where was I on Valentine's Day? Oh yeah, the husband and I took a leave from work so we could...do housework!

Hrhrhrhhr!

Hilarious, really. He installed some extension wiring for the second-hand washing machine and then I did the laundry. He oiled the squeaking electric fan, and I cleaned and put away the baby's old crib. He washed the car, and I buried some bell pepper and cornflower seeds for the pretensions of a garden I was starting.

I gathered all the empty rum bottles (his), all the empty wine bottles (mine), and all the empty milk cans (Eli's & Woog's), and we sold them to a junk shop for the paltry sum of twenty-nine pesos (roughly sixty cents), and we laughed our asses off for being so gullible. We should have dickered for more, Atch said, but at least the apartment was cleared of junk.

Finally, we bought a heart-shaped pillow and some belgian chocolate donuts in a heart-shaped can and presented them to Woog when we picked him up from school that day. The joy on his face was indescribable - it made our Valentine's Day near perfect. Who needs a candle-lit dinner or a bouquet of roses when you've got a heavily sentimental son who carries around a cheap red pillow and a dopey smile for the rest of the day?

After siesta, we left Woog and Eli asleep and sneaked out for some char-grilled burgers (be still, oh our budget-busting hearts!) and spent the rest of the afternoon browsing through some second-hand clothes at a flea market (I got me some great shirts at rock bottom prices, too).

It was a mundane and back-achey day, but it was a wonderfully family-filled day. And I am now at work and I am looking back at it with the greatest nostalgia.