Marko and I do not really make much of a fuss about our birthdays, and we don't celebrate anniversaries and that kind of stuff. So you can imagine how much effort, romance and tradition we put into Very Important Occasions like Valentines Day.
This year we were invited to my best friend's Valentine Shmalentine's party. It was a kind of a anti-valentine party. You had to come dressed up as something tongue-in-cheek to do with Valentine.
I thought about what my perfect Valetines evening would be, and this is what I came up with:
We went to the shop yesterday afternoon and bought PJs and slippers. I was in hysterics, hehehe. Marko was a great sport about it. He did warn me that if we were the only people dressed up like idiots in PJs he would have to kill me but I said I didn't care. At least we were comfy.
And boy was I comfy! Guess whose feet were the least sore at the end of the evening:
Got home from the party sensibly early, checked one or two emails on the laptop, went straight to sleep. zzzzzzzzz. My perfect Valentines Day with my perfect Valentine.
PS We did take the PJs off the minute we got home, they were bloody hot and it is the middle of summer here.