I have a love/hate relationship with this particular day on the calendar. I love chocolate and flowers, (who doesn’t?) but I despise the stress of wondering…will my honey remember the day at all?
After our first wonderfully romantic Valentine’s day, when the bloom was still evident on our budding romance, followed by several botched holiday’s (yes, I still call it a holiday) where my significant other either ignored the day completely, or worse…trashed it as a ridiculously commercialized invention of the candy companies…I find myself at odds with the mere idea. I’m not sure if I should make a big deal, or ignore it completely. Then I remember… I’m a woman, damn it! And I’m not unreasonable…I don’t expect diamonds, furs or cars…but I do expect chocolate, if nothing else.
It's beginning to look like this will be one of those years when I need to dig the leftover bag of chocolate chips from the dark recesses of my cabinets and snack on them by the handful. I'm resourceful like that.
But I won't end up empty handed this year, thanks to my friendly neighborhood Pure Romance consultant, who dropped by this evening with a brand new pink Heart Massage heating pad, since I set mine on fire when I forgot about it on the stove. (It's a long story, you'll have to read the blog from Sunday if you want the details.)
Oh, and I got a surprise in the form of the final cover art for my upcoming book, To Katie With Love. And before you ask...no, I can't show you yet. You'll have to wait until the official launch. But trust me when I say, it's worth the wait.
So there you have it. Valentine's Day in a nutshell. At least Mr. Lincoln doesn't like chocolate chips. I knew there were benefits to having an imaginary dead president around.
Until the next time...I'll be waiting for my cover to be announced!