Every Squeeze of My Heart
In the insanity that is Valentine's Day in Japan, pink-boxed truffles (and home truffle making sets) start popping up almost a month in advance; overheated department stores are inundated with a fury of women on a grim mission to sample and select chocolates for everyone from their boss to that annoying but pitiful dude who sits in the desk opposite theirs; and even the hapless lemon is made a pawn, deformed in the name of this most frighteningly lucrative Day of Love.
What did I do today for my special guy? I made him breakfast. My poor husband looked so amazed by the miso soup, it dawned on me that I'm a terrible wife. He then commented that one of his friends wakes his wife up every morning, to demand that she make his breakfast. I never liked that jerk.