the sweetness of doing nothing
Anyone who knows me well is aware of my disdain for Valentines Day. In the weeks before I find myself crying over touching Hallmark commercials, and wondering if someone is going to send flowers (preferably tulips) to my office this year. But then I remember my Valentines past and the disappointment and humiliation that I have always felt. Last year I spent as much of the day in bed as possible with my phone turned off, waiting for the 15th when all the madness would be over so we could all forget about love and...