I have to admit... Valentine's Day does not have the best memories for me.
One year, when I was still married to my first husband, my best friend (who he was having an affair with) came over to do her laundry.
I had a very special little kitten that liked to jump into appliances... in fact, I had adopted him after he nearly got himself killed in a car engine. I warned her several times about the kitten's suicidal tendencies and told her to make sure he was not in the dryer before she turned it on.
Needless to say, the biotch killed my little kitty.
The other lovely memory I have is of being alone on Valentine's Day (in between marriages) and having had a little too much to drink. Then, at 1AM, this sort of boyfriend who was off at college called me.
Well, I was so shocked by the phone ringing (why call at 1AM???) that I ran into the hardwood furniture with my 2nd and 3rd toe. Broke 'em. I answered the phone but could barely speak. When I realized it was him, I started laughing and crying at the same time. If he had just had the decency to call a few hours earlier, I probably wouldn't have been feeling so miserable and dejected the whole evening!
Anyway, I am SO over Valentine's Day now.
Anyone else want to share a horror story or tale of woe?
One year, when I was still married to my first husband, my best friend (who he was having an affair with) came over to do her laundry.
I had a very special little kitten that liked to jump into appliances... in fact, I had adopted him after he nearly got himself killed in a car engine. I warned her several times about the kitten's suicidal tendencies and told her to make sure he was not in the dryer before she turned it on.
Needless to say, the biotch killed my little kitty.
The other lovely memory I have is of being alone on Valentine's Day (in between marriages) and having had a little too much to drink. Then, at 1AM, this sort of boyfriend who was off at college called me.
Well, I was so shocked by the phone ringing (why call at 1AM???) that I ran into the hardwood furniture with my 2nd and 3rd toe. Broke 'em. I answered the phone but could barely speak. When I realized it was him, I started laughing and crying at the same time. If he had just had the decency to call a few hours earlier, I probably wouldn't have been feeling so miserable and dejected the whole evening!
Anyway, I am SO over Valentine's Day now.
Anyone else want to share a horror story or tale of woe?