My valentine is going to be in Argentina this year. Without me. That is not a location I anticipate being in on February 14.
After too many years of sad, sad singleton-ness in my days of yore, I like a little Valentine’s hoopty. Not a lot. But a nod of gratitude to having, when I am well familiar with the wallowing of have not.
I fear that I might succumb to a small amount of irrational wallowing next Tuesday, despite actually *having* a Valentine, so I’ve cultivated a plan to celebrate solo.
1. I’m going to light candles around a framed portrait of The David, drink a bottle of wine, and sing Muffin Top.
1. Hour long massage and foot reflexology treatment.
2. St Agur cheese.
3. Pyjama pants and television programming intended for females aged 18 to 24.
I’m pretty sure that is going to feel like some really good hoopty to me.
Getting a massage pretty much trumps anything, but going to see The Vow by myself with a popcorn companion was a close alternative.
Anything tempting on your agenda?