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This blog belongs to two Gen X-er's smackdab in downtown Kansas City where we've been renovating and decorating two old Victorians built in the 1890's. Our life is filled with 3 demanding Pomeranians (1 of them cranky, of course), honking cars, noisy neighbors and the hustle and bustle of city life but we dream of the day when we can move to our 40-acre farm and hear nothing but the wind and the cows next door. Until then, we're chronicling our triumphs and mishaps here as we try to garden and preserve on 2 city lots, raise chickens, and learn all those things we should have learned from our grandparents. Welcome to our world - we hope you'll stay awhile!

I'm a Really Cheap Date

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Well, happy V-Day!  Or should I say Happy "completely unimaginative, consumerist-oriented and entirely arbitrary, manipulative and shallow interpretation of romance" Day?

Just kidding.  Well, sort of.  J. and I have never celebrated Valentine's Day.  It pains my fiscally conservative upbringing to see someone spend $30 on a dozen roses, only to have them die in a week.  And I've never felt the need to be given material things to know that I'm loved.  I don't begrudge the holiday for other folks - it's just not my thing.

But that doesn't mean we didn't celebrate in some form or fashion.  The evening started out with a trip to Sears Outlet for 2 more pieces of FREE clothing:  a really nice black Levi's buttoned dress shirt and a  package of Hanes undershirts for J.  Then we were off to grab some free Redbox movies (use code HEART today only for a free rental).  And, finally, dinner at Houlihan's where J. had received a FREE $15 entree coupon because his birthday is this week.  The waiter screwed up our bill and ended up taking our drinks and my soup off, so we paid just $10 for dinner.  Score!

So there you have it...I'm a cheap Valentine's date.  But a night out with my sweetie?  Priceless.

Oh, and a shout out to my buddy, Tom, who turned the big 4-OH today.  Remember: growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional!


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