In high school, the danceline ran a fundraiser on Valentine's Day. For $2 you could have a carnation delivered to anyone in the school. Yellow for friendship, pink for a crush and red for love. The number and colors of carnations you did, or didn't, receive basically ranked your 'coolness' in front of your classmates. It was very stressful, waiting in your seat praying that at least one carnation would be for you... thanks to my mom there was always at least one carnation for me!
In college, Keeley and I enjoyed complaining around Valentine's Day quite a bit. (To be fair, one of our favorite pastimes as friends is complaining.) One time, Keeley and I were sulking around in the dark blaring our "break-up" playlist on itunes. I remember going into Kelsey and Sarah's room, where the lights were on, they were both dressed up and the shelves were lined with bouquets. In reality, I think there were probably four bouquets- one from home and one from a boy for each girl- but in my mind there were at least 8 bouquets in that room.
Now I'm with my permanent Valentine, and I don't want to spoil the surprise but let's just say I got him something that has to do with trampolines... lots and lots of trampolines... Last year I got him a vacuum cleaner so I figured I had to get him something cool to make up for it.
Anyway, if you are reading this, you are probably one of my good pals... because let's face it only the people I force to read this blog actually do read it...so, if I were giving you a Valentine, I'd definitely be giving you one of the big Valentines out of the package...