I can't believe it's February already. I'm still vacuuming up pine needles from the Christmas tree. This weekend I SWEAR I will get the boxes of Christmas ornaments back up into storage that are sitting in the garage.
Little known fact: I was supposed to be born on Valentine's Day, and my name was supposed to be Valerie. Mother Nature had alternate plans. Whatever. Who cares.
Valentine's Day was always a crappy holiday for me. To this day it strikes of the awkward teen phase where my friends would always receive tokens of admiration from their secret admirers and a sweet gesture from their parents -- like a small gift of candy and a note stating how they were loved and appreciated.
As for me, I would be lucky to get a melted, smashed Hershey kiss enclosed in a card that said, "ha ha..... I bet you thought this was smeared dog shit" from one of my brothers. It was just as bad as April Fools Day..... maybe worse.... I wish this Hallmark holiday would be obliterated off the calendar.
On the humorous side: my brother-in-law has a birthday on Valentine's Day. His neighbor, who looks just like Cliff Claven from Cheers once proclaimed, "Your birthday falls on Valentine's Day? Does that happen every year?"
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