Sunday, February 14, 2010

Feb 14th...again

It’s Valentine’s Day once again—sometimes I wish the dreaded Saint would take a year off, one year! that’s all I ask—at least this winter I have a few distractions, in the shape of Fashion Week and the Olympics. Yet somehow, between Vancouver’s ski jumpers and twit-pic updates from Bryant Park, sappy jewelry commercials and cheesy romantic comedies find a way to remind me I’m once again alone on this the most romantic day of the year.

Cupcakes seem the obvious cure, so I trudge out into the snow in my slippers—unwashed hair pulled up in a messy bun.

"Happy Valentine’s Day," the cashier smiles as he rings up my supplies, "haven’t seen very many flowers this year," I look at him puzzled, he doesn’t sell flowers… "I expected to see girls with flowers everywhere today. But nothing! Where are all the guys buying flowers?"

"Oh that I knew," I laugh as he loads my brownie mix and six pack of bud-light into a paper bag.

I suppose it’s fine that the guys-who-buy-flowers are missing from my life (an apparently the lives of most on 181st St…Kelsey excluded PS) because I have cupcakes to bake—and small fluffy dogs to groom… and an evening of pairs figure skating to immerse myself in, which actually makes this one of the better Sunday nights of the year. If only if weren’t for St. Valentine and his silly holiday I would quite enjoy being single….

{my fuzzy valentine} 

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