Hibernation Day 2011 #1

Today is not an actual day I get to hibernate--- it's one of two days of the year when I wish I could hibernate. I am anti-Valentine's Day, Mother's Day and my birthday. I know, I said two and that's three but since I get my way on my birthday I don't count it. Thus I can hibernate on my birthday if I so choose. But enough. I won't drag the world (or both of you reading this) down with my diatribe against Valentine's Day. I want you to enjoy yours. And I want you to know that my loathing of this day has nothing to do with "it's because you don't have a Valentine you feel this way..." as some have accused. Far from it. I do. He sleeps by my side everynight and always says 'good morning, sunshine' when we wake. He works long, sometimes unpredictable hours at a job that does not not appreciate him--- but I do. He keeps tabs on the finances, the schoolwork, the laundry. He is not selfish with hugs and kisses. He. Loves. Me. And I do not need Hallmark to tell him how to tell me. He tells me every day. I wish I was as wonderful.