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Saturday, February 13, 2010
I'm not a big fan of Valentine's Day. Nor am I a grumpy old woman. Truly. I've never liked it. Maybe that has something to do with the lack of male attention as a taller than all the boys, not quite attractive enough teenager...not bitter, no not at all. I object to its overt commercialism, the tacky tokens claiming to be a demonstration of love...and shock, horror, I really don't like long stemmed red roses! If I wanted to get a Valentine's card (and I don't), this would be nice though (sorry, I don't remember where I got this image...so if anyone can tell me I'd love to acknowledge)...
Now the MGM (most gorgeous man) is, it is fair to say...just a touch on the vague side. He wouldn't have a clue when Valentine's day was, or even today's date probably. I'm pretty sure he knows it's Sunday though. He turned up to my house on Friday night with a rose from his garden, and then did it again last night (this time with a Magnum ice cream as well...even giving me the almond flavour when its his all time favourite)...now that's what I call a demonstration...
Do you like the upside down egg cup masquerading as a bud vase?
