VALENTINE'S DAY
Well, I survived another Valentine's Day.
Nothing says, "Hey! You're single, and we're going to really make that obvious," like a little ole day dedicated to lovers.
Gag!
All the flowers and chocolates and lovey dovey stuff.
I cannot with it all.
I decided to show that I love myself (or I'm at least trying to love myself) by going to the Y and working out in the pool.
I am now satisfactorily sore (this is what I get for skipping for more than a week ... er two ... ).
Having dug around in my deep freeze and unearthed a bean, sausage, and spinach soup from who knows how long ago, I have poured myself a glass of wine. I'm in my pajamas, smelling of chlorine, and I am giving serious thought to calling it a night with my Kindle in hand.
But I will raise my glass to all you love birds out there and wish you cheers and many more Valentine's Days. And bah humbug!
Nothing says, "Hey! You're single, and we're going to really make that obvious," like a little ole day dedicated to lovers.
Gag!
All the flowers and chocolates and lovey dovey stuff.
I cannot with it all.
I decided to show that I love myself (or I'm at least trying to love myself) by going to the Y and working out in the pool.
I am now satisfactorily sore (this is what I get for skipping for more than a week ... er two ... ).
Having dug around in my deep freeze and unearthed a bean, sausage, and spinach soup from who knows how long ago, I have poured myself a glass of wine. I'm in my pajamas, smelling of chlorine, and I am giving serious thought to calling it a night with my Kindle in hand.
But I will raise my glass to all you love birds out there and wish you cheers and many more Valentine's Days. And bah humbug!
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