“Valentine’s Day is Wednesday,” I told my husband on Sunday evening. He didn’t respond, which wasn’t surprising. He has extremely selective hearing. Just like he can’t hear me scream about a vicious bug being in the house, but I can open a bag of chips behind a closed door and hears it. “I said, Valentine’s Day is Wednesday.” He was silent a bit longer. “Oh, yeah?” He probably figured it was better to go ahead and face the impending reality.