Well, thank goodness that's over with!
This year I managed to escape Valentine's Day with nothing worse than a blown transmission. A few carless days, a couple thousand dollars, and life goes back to normal.
This is much less painful than many of my other Valentine's Days. 'Tis a cursed day. I'd take Friday the 13th over Valentine's Day if I only could.
NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPENS ON THIS DAY.
Some years I take off work and spend the day cowering under the bed. Those are the best Valentine's Days I've ever had.
Remember the little puppy I found, crying and alone next to the crushed body of her Mom? Remember how she was so heartbroken that she would just sit still ...
3 months ago