Hey, Valentine’s Day is this week! Now I finally have a legitimate excuse to wear heart socks, heart tees, heart hair barrettes, my heart earrings, and–yes. I am secretly a muttony mall rat kind of gal. Not that I don’t wear the heart gear at other times, but now I won’t look cheesy but current. Go, me!

Valentine’s Day isn’t a big deal here in Frampton-Land because of the Eight Year-Old, who clamors for SOMEONE to stay with him in the evenings. Geez, kid, learn how to operate the stove on your own! Mommy needs a cocktail!

So usually the Not Traditionally Romantic, But Puts Up With His Gooey Wife Spouse and I have something specially nummy to eat, open a bottle of something, and watch a movie. Sounds dull? Yeah, YOU try being exciting after 19 years.

[We did buy a potrack this weekend. Next up, lamps for the dining room, hallway and foyer. See above for one of the choices. Ah, wedded bliss!]

What are you doing this year?

1. My Marie Claire essay got approved, so is going to run in March, I think.

2. I wrote yesterday, am in the middle of the second of last three (plus epilogue) scenes. I WILL be done by Friday, or heads (namely, mine) will roll. Not that I have two heads, but ‘head will roll’ sounds weird.

3. Almost all of the Christmas discs have been uploaded into the Mac. If played continuously, all the music we’ve got on the computer would play for 143.8 days (thanks for giving me the scoop on that info, Goedi. I didn’t realize that data meant that). I wonder how much you would actually like?

4. I wore a dress on Saturday. No-one mocked my knees.

5. I have a new friend. No nickname yet, though.

6. I am seeing the faux critique group this week. ANOTHER IN-PERSON EVENT, and I am looking forward to it.

7. Steak is for dinner tonight!

8. The Super-Smart Lawyer is coming over this weekend to see a bad movie and drink red wine.

9. The Son is getting what he most wants for Christmas.

10. I got a refrigerator. Yay!

11. And this book:

. . . Black Christmas!

I still really want one of these:

But I know the More Traditional Than His Wife Spouse would never go for it.