I used to call it Valentimes when I was little, I’m sure most other kids did too, until they were 6.

John and I got married around this time last year (Feb. 25), so due to budget constraints this month we had to choose between a mid-week Hallmark celebration or a weekend-long 1st anniversary extravaganza. The latter won out.

There won’t be any flowers or heart-shaped boxes exchanged this Wednesday in our house. Aside from moving the lovey dovey day’s festivities to our anniversary weekend, it’s also the day before payday. We’ll probably hang out and watch the Canucks game and do a little making out.

We’re going to apply any romantic ideas that we come up with for Valentine’s, on the 25th instead. We’re thinking of a restaurant that we’ve never been to or doing something fancy and fun in this city, but I can’t for the life of me think of what that might be. Although passing by Science World on the Skytrain this weekend I saw the banners for the chocolate exhibit mmm I wonder if it’s edible [ScienceWorld].

Although some of those plans seem fine and dandy, realistically an ideal day with my husband would include a walk in the park, making some dinner together (after grocery shopping at the market), and getting some good ‘ol cranberry Slurpees, which would of course be spiked. I’m also pretty sure that if we could do all of the above naked, then it would be his ideal day.