Valentines Schmalentines

I’m not normally one of those single gals who gets horribly depressed, wears black, and cries “woe is me” because I don’t have a fella on Valentines. This year, had it not been for the constant Every Kiss Begins With Kay commercials on TV and the radio, I might have actually forgotten about the entire holiday! Silly me, like the folks that run the jewelry store would ever let me forget.

This sums up how I feel about yesterday.

CrankyFashionChick got this from her loving husband.

CrankyCheeseCurlChick got this from her boyfriend.

It was a lovely piece of quiche but she ate it before I had a chance to get a pic.

And I got this.

After a long day of work and parking what seems like miles away from my apartment, I finally make it home and stumble through the front door while trying to open my only Valentine (a very lovely card from my Dad which actually made me a bit misty – but maybe that was the pain, hmmm must re-read tonight) and at the same time I give myself a giant paper cut, hence my bandaged finger. I must have sloping shoulders because every day my purse falls off my shoulder as I’m trying to get myself and my gigantic handbag through my front door. Basically, the purse fell, my hand jerked, and I sliced my finger with the damn pink envelope. Even when you win, you lose!

So, I guess this year’s Valentine’s Day left me a lot like my finger – stung at first but ultimately patched back up and over it.

***Correction: I actually got two Valentines this year. A very cute card that didn't make me bleed!