It has been pointed out to me that…
…the fact that I have 5 cats might be why I am spending Valentine’s Day with Mr. Gallon Of Chocolate Ice Cream this year. Honestly, I think that if it weren’t for the cats I’d probably lose my shit in despair over eventually dying alone surrounded by nothing but yarn and the tang of cat wee, and naturally this would happen in a Hallmark store and then I’d run down the street pelting people in the head with little pink foil wrapped DOVE chocolate hearts, babbling incoherently and shrieking at all the !@# couples walking hand in hand that I passed.
So thank G-D for cats, right??? Standing between me and the psych ward on Valentines Day.
hey, y’all, it’s great if you’ve got it. If you’ve got that one special someone who you love more than anyone else. But to the rest of us? Those of us who are single and maybe lonely and wishing that we didn’t have to face all of life’s challenges completely alone without a partner to turn to for a restorative hug? You need to remember that to us, Valentine’s Day is the equivalent of a gallon of lemon juice poured into a sucking chest wound, then followed up with a light sprinkling of sea salt. I’m just saying. And all those Kay Jewelers and “OMG he went to Jared” commercials? They’re a little smug.
Whatevs… don’t mind me. I will be happily occupied with my well worn Titanic DVD, some red wine, my chocolate ice cream and a six pack of Xanax. Wake me up on the 15th.