Valentines Day. The hallmark of romance. Apparently. Yeah whatever, televison…

Unlike the faithful flamingo who mates for life, human love may not last. Sadly.

Witness the divorces!  As we moved [sulkily] into the ahem, forty-is-the-new-thirty-something- #denial-crowd separation started to show it’s ugly messy head in sometimes unexpected places. Conversations with the girls [alright, ladies then] like no matter how much we care we all drive each other crazy right? etc. etc. make me wonder about relationships. Till Death Do Us Part? That’s a long flocking time in this non-Bubonic plague era. Who ever invented monogamy may not have been so optimistic had they factored in the average age of death was 50 max, now its 85.

Whats the best scenario long term? Opposites attract or birds of a feather? Huffington Post says opposites can work, but it will be harder than sharing similar core values.

And this doesn’t mean that you both like smooth peanut butter or toast cooked to the same shade of brown [first world problems anyone?] but more to do with how you were raised and how you agree to raise your children and, another important factor: how you spend your money. It’s a deal breaker.

Not that I am an expert, but I’ve put in a good solid nearly 16 years of married life. I buy both kinds of peanut butter, am over toast anyway and ignore the rapid accumulation of mid life crisis motor related accessories muscling out the Urban Rustic Warehouse AKA our garden shed. Mid-century chairs vs hot metal = equally crazy, just in opposite ways. Same same but different #whatever : )

Happy Hallmark Day people ❤
Here’s my commercial offering:
The new pair: Don Featherstone 1957 designed lawn flamingos
available at Urban Rustic and still $50 = love