Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. I am one of those people that likes Valentine’s Day. I love the whole cheesyness of it. For me, it means a day to do something special with your loved one, something that you don’t normally do together.

If I was a guy, Valentine’s Day would be so easy. I would either make a reservation at a really expensive restaurant or book a B&B somewhere for a night or do something creative or just buy something really nice that they’ve been wanting for a while now (… since they’ve been on a no-buying useless stuff freeze since January 09) for my ‘homeslice’. 

This year, we don’t really have anything planned. Well, actually A. did have some nice stuff planned, but apparently they didn’t work out.  I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed, but I shouldn’t say that, because we are still doing something. Hey, we’re waking up early and going to Montreal with friends to pick up a car and then spending a good part of the day there (Montreal Ikea??) and then heading back to Ottawa to make dinner. That sounds pretty good.  

Eh. I shouldn’t get worked up over this. I mean, its-just-one-day… and everyday is Valentine’s Day right?