Every year during college one of my best friends Alicia and I would go see a matinee movie and have dinner together in a joint (peaceful) protest against giant teddy bears, crappy chocolates and mushy cards everywhere. We reveled in SAD, but we didn't mope.
We just celebrated that we had such good friends to spend that coupley day with. This year, though, we're grown. Alicia's a big time pediatric nurse back home in Huntsville, and I'm a would-be teacher, part-time Super Sub in Tuscaloosa. The 2.5 hour distance was pretty sad.
This year, best-friend-dateless and wondering what the heck I was going to do, I set out to make this Valentine's Day more than a mopefest of SAD. And it worked!
First, my mom, the Goddess of Vera Bradley, sent me a little Heart Day care package!
Then, against my better judgement, I accepted a last minute sub job this morning. The 8th graders were hyped up on sugar ALLLLLLL day, but overall, they were well-behaved...for 8th graders anyway. :) They definitely kept me on my toes and entertained me with all their stories of middle school love and lust gone awry.
Then I came home from school to see there little gems!