D.U.R. Day!

So, another Valentine's Day has come and gone. When we were in college, my roommates and I used to call this holiday D.U.R. Day (or Day of Ultimate Rejection). Things have gotten somewhat better since those days but I'm not entirely sure how much. This year I decided it would be fun to send Chad a love gram (or four) at his school. This is a fundraiser for the student council. You pay $1.50 and you get to write a valentine that they will then deliver with a rose on Valentine's Day. Now, admittedly, usually you don't get these from your mother, but what's the big deal, right? What could possibly go wrong? My mom and sisters and I spent hours thinking of the perfect names to address these lovegrams with and were very happy with our final decisions - Lola Luscious, Valerie Vixen, Ivana Kissalot and Buss T. Lady. Unfortunately, it all went downhill from there. First of all, the student aid told Chad within 5 minutes of the time I made my purchases that I had sent him a lovegram and then when I told Sam about it, he heard the names we used and informed me that Chad would one day be in therapy - all because of my fabulous Valentine's plan! I still had great hopes that Chad would be greatly entertained on V-Day and would always remember how much his mom loved him. Alas,the day finally arrived and for some reason the student council members who were assigned to make deliveries to Chad's homeroom thought it would be cool to read the Valentines out loud instead of just handing it to the recipient. So, of course my son was humiliated, his friends talked about it throughout the day, he threw the flowers and notes away at the first opportunity and I have scheduled a therapy session at the counselor's earliest convenience (okay that last one is a lie, but it's only a matter of time). Bummer! On the plus side, Sam liked his flowers and Aaron rocked his baseball tryouts - so Valentine's Day wasn't a complete bust.