Tomorrow is Valentine's Day . . . Bah fucking humbug!
I can't remember having a good Valentine's Day since maybe high school . . . If then. ESD didn't ever do anything for me for Valentine's Day, so I got to the point to not even think about it. In 2012, ESD and I had our big blow up and that was the beginning of the final stages of our marriage. And in 2013, he gave me the best gift ever . . . That of him moving his lazy, ass out of my house. Now THAT was a Valentine's Day gift!
So, tomorrow when I go to work and see the folks with the flowers and candy on their desks and the gushy cards, I'll try not to be too Scroogy McDuck. I'll try not to call out the girl at work that always buys herself flowers and tries to say they are from some guy. Seriously! Every. Single. Year. I'll try not to make snarky comments to the girl who complains about her boyfriend every day, but on Valentine's Day, he is the best boyfriend ever. Ugh . . . Gag me.
I'll just give everyone my favorite greeting "Happy VD!" and keep on smiling. Tee hee hee . . . I think it's appropriate.
Until next time, keep it #sassyandsarcastic . . . .