I don't know why this year Valentine's Day is just rubbing me the wrong way, but it is. I know that I'm a hypocrite about things, and Valentine's Day is one of them. I love romance. I love romance novels - the cheesier the better. (I mean, I did read MLM for a really, really long time, remember?) But the sappy declarations on Facebook, and the tacky gifts and presents at the stores, and the blow up of pictures of flowers* and blah blah blah. For some reason I keep uttering, "God save me from all of this..." and I can't tell if that means I'm taking the Lord's name in vain, or offering up a very sincere prayer.
Luckily, I have a brand new carton of ice cream, and extra cookie dough to add to it, and a night planned to lose myself in writing...sappy romances.
I can't - I won't - attend a "Girls' Night" on Valentine's day. I just can't. It goes against the whole point of the holiday, and I'm nothing if not festive. I'm also a GO BIG or go home kind of person. So, I'm in for the night, ladies. Sorry. (Not sorry.)
*Chuck, I'm
not talking about your texts or our conversation this morning. I still want
those details!
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