I really love Valentine's Day.
There's no rhyme or reason.
My history with V-Day hasn't even been particularly note-worthy or positive.
My foil-wrapped cassette recorder Valentine box in 3rd grade wasn't honored as the true piece of art it was.
Rob Bendenbaugh gave me a plastic ring when I was in 4th grade and I ran off the bus and straight to the barn, where I threw it to the bottom of the garbage can, so sure I would be in trouble if my parents found out.
I never had secret admirers sending me carnations during the dreaded sale the cheerleaders ran every year in high school.
When we were in between engagements, Cory gave me a V-day card covered in neon smiley faces and took great pains to not use the word "love" in his salutation.
If I'm being honest, I probably just like an excuse to string paper garlands up everywhere. (Though it does beg the question, Which came first? The obsession or the heart-shaped paper punch?)
Despite Robert telling me he thinks it's "stupid" to celebrate holidays, I went ahead and draped every upright surface with strands of magazine hearts and melted crayon wax.
Obviously, I'm not showing you this stuff because we're so top-notch and fancy around here, or even because I've stumbled upon some kind of great craft wizardry.
I made some of this stuff years ago and all I needed was to string it up with a few pieces of tape, begged and borrowed from Silas Park, THE KEEPER OF THE TAPE.
I didn't pay a red cent for my "Valentine's Decorations". I just did what I do best and scrounged around a little. It's not rocket science. I'm sure it's not even close to the look most people want. And yes, sometimes I feel like I'm one short breath away from becoming the old lady who strings plastic toys from her fruit trees.
But this stuff has cheered me up over 8 snow days in January alone and that's not nothing.
But if you do, work it, Sisters.
spending all his time in jail and he'll grow a ridiculous beard but now I'm just projecting.
Happy one? Hilarious ones? Neon Smiley Face ones?
Lay it on us.