i don’t know when i started

calling Valentine’s Day Halloween, but it’s been a while (decades!). And I kid not, this morning I woke up, well, between drowsily awake and asleep, worrying about a Halloween costume.

🤯

It doesn’t matter what the conversation is or when — it could be in May as well as September, but I refer to the ❤️ Day as Halloween. Most of the time, my brain (or something) jabs me before I say it so that when the word Halloween is about to pour forth

I get stuck and my mind tira y hala (pushes and pulls — my veritable + ever present tug-of-war) and I rattle my brain for the more appropriate Valentine’s Day. This takes me seconds, something like 6 or 7 (DID NOT MEAN THAT!), stop reading and count those seconds to realize how long a pause it is when you are in conversation trying to say a word that makes no sense but is what you want to say.

Must be because Valentine’s Day, and others, “are a commercial holiday, I give you love and gifts whenever, no one has to tell me to do so.” Yes, I got it, get it, so I continue to stumble every February 14.