dual personalities

Valentine’s Day is big business. Flowers. Greeting cards. Balloons. It all seems so pre-packaged. I would much rather get flowers on any old Thursday just because. (Not that that has ever happened.)

Some Valentine’s Days have been better than others. The low point was definitely the year “the florist burned down”. Really. It burned down. It wasn’t a my-dog-ate-my-homework excuse, employed by a forgetful husband. It was on the news. Really. The florist burned down. On Valentine’s Day. Of course, you would be right to surmise that more than one florist exists in this large mid-western city.

As you can imagine, the memory of that particular day provides much merriment to my family members. Even when I have managed to forget, daughter #1 always reminds me. I can’t complain. She always sends a card.