Valentines Day = a perfectly valid reason to have a daughter

Happy belated Valentine's Day! I hope you all enjoyed your day. It was 15 degrees and snowing here, and I spent the day accompanying Miss Buxom to her third audition in three days, then driving her back to northwest Michigan. This morning we went out to breakfast together and bought some dorm supplies, but on Valentine's night, I was KNACKERED. I felt vaguely cheered by the red coverlets on the beds at my hotel, but that was about it for Valentine's Day and me.

However, I do not repine. First of all, last week my husband remembered that it was the 30th anniversary of our first date, and gave me a couple of little presents. How's that for a class act? And look what he's married to, poor man. Not only did I forget our first date, I gave him nothing for Valentine's Day, unless a loaf of sour dough bread from a local Panera Bread counts.

Under those circumstances, how could I feel neglected?

On top of all that, I got to buy my daughter all the cutesie, too-young-for-me products that I, in my childishness, still covet. Want to see?

throat lozenges, candy, Korean Alice in Wonderland cushion foundation, custom iPhone with Minnie Mouse, Minnie Mouse lip balms from Japan, candy

A less washed-out photograph of the Alice in Wonderland cushion foundation, as well as the rest of the collection. SO CUTE.

Seriously, I'm swooning over heah. Let's have another look at these Minnie Mouse lip balms, shall we?

OMG! SQUEEE!!!

I need to grow up.

So did anyone out there do anything—how shall I put this—more sophisticated for Valentine's Day? Something involving candlelit dinners, LBDs, perfume, and champagne? Fill me in so I can live vicariously.