Day the Fourteenth


St. Valentine's Day. In grade school I loved it; in high school and college, not so much. I wasn't popular with the boys, and didn't date - much. The expectations of Valentine's Day were awful for the chubby girl without a boyfriend.

Now that I'm married, it's nice to be remembered with a card and, this year, a box of chocolates. It's about all we can afford (and if truth be told, I wouldn't have spent the money on it as our budget is that tight, and we just had to buy a new microwave oven.) Still, DH did. And I know he would have made me a card if our printer wasn't nearly out of ink. Lord help me, I love that man.

Good night, TTYL and Be Well

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