V-Day Minus 4

If you're alive and not in a coma, it's impossible not to know that Valentine's Day is this Saturday. Stores are filled with displays of hearts filled with chocolate (and have been since the day after Christmas). Restaurants are trying to lure everyone with ads of specials (free glass of champagne, free rose for the ladies,etc). And, of course, the cards. According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine's Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. (An estimated 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas.)
The LSH & I don't make a big deal about this holiday. We exchange cards and a little something to mark the occasion. I've had the card and gift I'm giving him for awhile. But yesterday, in my first solo foray out of the house since my surgery, I visited my local CVS to pick up a prescription. While waiting for it. I found this card that seemed to be made for me to give.
If you've been following my blog, you're aware that I'm a huge, huge Mets fan. The LSH was never into baseball, but, over the years, little by little, he has succumbed to the point that he actually owns and wears a few Mets t-shirts. He knows most of the names of the players (although I'm going to have to update him on the new additions to the 2009 roster). Anyway, as I said, I just had to get this card:



I can't scan the inside of the card because I've already written some personal remarks that should remain private :); however, the gist of the cards says "Hey, there's no baseball in February! And, here we are naked with nothing to do!"
Along with the card, I also bought this. I'll let you guess which one I bought.

Postscript-Why did the following make me feel so good?

I had to go to the hospital this morning for blood work. The technician, a young lady in her 20's, entered the waiting area and called my name. As I approached her, she repeated my name, this time as a question. I told her that, yes, this is me. She replied "oh, I just needed to check because you don't look your age."

I admit, I love when I'm told that. I guess that makes me vain. It does seem that the majority of baby boomers, like myself, are not entering the later stages of their lives with much grace and acceptance. The proof of that is all around us, what with the proliferation of anti-aging products and treatments.
I don't know when exactly looking your age became a sin, but, whenever it was, I bought into it. So, here's to Carly Simon, who, when she wrote this song in the early 70's, didn't realize she was writing an anthem for most of her fellow boomers.