Something else that irks me about this holiday are the people (read women) who seem to gloat that they aren't spending it snarfing down chocolates they bought for themselves. Great! Hooray. Her
I digress. I'd blame this blasted cold, but I rather enjoy venting. It's much like a cleansing sneeze or the comfort of the aloe treated tissue on your nose when it is red and raw. Ahhhhh
So, I ask you, who decided that Valentine's Day should be one day shy of Hanukkah? Hallmark? The Society of American Florists? Kay Jewelers? Fannie May Candies? Is this day of loooooooooove now intended to give the economy a post Christmas shove?
I'm babbling. Perhaps my bitterness has taken a toll. I pray not. I'd like to think my book isn't complete. I just need that special boy to help me put down more chapters.
Everyday I Write the Book