The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

I can buy myself flowers

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Yeah, so, I was never a Valentine’s Day girl.

I never wanted fancy dinners or gifts. I just wanted an acknowledgment of the day, and we usually watched “Casablanca.”

Now that I’m a divorcee (which I like to pronounce like this … deeee-vor-saaaay) and plan on staying single for the foreseeable future, I want to start my own Valentine’s Day rituals.

In mid-January, I scheduled a flower delivery for myself on Valentine’s Day. (It actually arrived a day early, which is fine). My theory was that I’d forget by Valentine’s Day, and then I’ll be pleasantly surprised when they arrived. “Oh, Past Sonia is so thoughtful. I love her.” I didn’t forget, because I was really looking forward to my flowers.

Also, I may or may not be obsessed with the themed birds
that Target is always selling

I also bought some Reese’s peanut butter cup hearts. I love Reese’s peanut butter cups any ol’ time, but for some reason, the holiday ones (Valentine’s Day, Easter, Christmas) always taste better. They make me happy. Maybe they put anti-depressants in them. (Also, I realize they’re not vegan, but I don’t think there’s anything actually from nature in them, so I let it slide.)

Let’s not forget that there’s always Galentine’s Day, which I like to think I celebrate all year round.

And if Valentine’s Day bums you out, I suggest you watch every Stefon ever on YouTube.

Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch movies, go to baseball games, kick breast cancer's ass, explore with my awesome autistic son, Calvin, say assy things, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

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