Do you remember that movie when you were a kid called The Day After? That movie scared the living crapola out of me... well, my Valentine's Day was much like that movie.
I ended up alone (after the kids were all nestled in their beds with visions of a sane mother taking care of them) drinking a bottle of wine and dancing to Nickelback songs on my iPod in my pj's until 2 a.m.
Yeah-not one of my finest moments.
I did get to talk to Carl, but I am sure my end of the conversation sounded a lot like Dudley Moore and when he said "Are you drunk?" I said "Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk." (who said it? The winner gets a prize... not really, but still.)
I also did a lot of research on tattoos last night.
There was nothing on TV.
And all of my friends were with their Valentines.
So I decided to dance.
Next holiday alone... President's Day! Phew, that one should be a piece of cake.