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Happy Valentine’s Day
Gawd, I hate this holiday
Here it is, February 14th. Valentine’s Day. An entire day dedicated to love and romance and boxes of candy. The day when sweethearts get bouquets of flowers and cute little notes and everyone is holding hands and skipping down the road and announcing to the world, “BUT I LOVE HIM”. Gimme a fricking break.
Yep, I’ll admit that since becoming a single older woman, I’ve become a little cynical. Okay, I’m downright bitchy about this day. I’ve watched three of my co-workers get flowers delivered at work, heard about a thousand dedications on the radio, and had to listen to everyone talk about their dinner reservations and plans for the evening. I felt like Winifred in Hocus Pocus — “Makes me sick!”.
Even when I was in a relationship, Valentine’s Day just wasn’t my thing. As you can see, I’m not exactly the mushy type. Don’t get me wrong, I love having someone dote on me, but do it in the middle of August and not just when the calendar says it’s time.
It was a shitty day at work anyway, and this made it just that much worse. At the end of the day, as everyone was clocking out and heading out the door, I may have yelled “Hope none of y’all get knocked up tonight”. Yeah, I kinda got a giggle out of the looks on their faces.
