Valentine's Day:
I'm getting all dressed up, curlers in hair, nice shirt and slacks that make me look GOOD. High heels. I NEVER wear high heels. But believe me, this story is not about the high heels.
As I'm fixing my hair, my boyfriend gets a phone call from his dad. I come in to find my boyfriend crying because they are having to put down his dog. She's 12 years old and blew out her knee. She's a Golden Retriever...sweetest dog, such a lovebug. They didn't have to make a decision until the next day...so why ruin Valentine's Day? I mean, I KNOW it's important to get him information as soon as possible, but isn't it possible to have ONE Valentine's Day where we can enjoy ourselves?
Case in point:
1 year ago: He found out that his best friend's grandfather passed away.
2 years ago: One of our very close friends passed away.
3 years ago: My mom passed away a few days before Valentine's Day.
4 years ago: I had to work all day, 12 hour shift.
So let's cut to today....
My canary died. She was a red factor female that actually sang. She was gorgeous and had a beautiful voice.
Just not a fun day so far. OH...and it being fat Tuesday I took it upon myself to have partake. After my third one, I started bawling about how I was having dreams of my mom where she's telling me that there's something important that I will remember, but that I won't remember it until it's too late.
I'm getting all dressed up, curlers in hair, nice shirt and slacks that make me look GOOD. High heels. I NEVER wear high heels. But believe me, this story is not about the high heels.
As I'm fixing my hair, my boyfriend gets a phone call from his dad. I come in to find my boyfriend crying because they are having to put down his dog. She's 12 years old and blew out her knee. She's a Golden Retriever...sweetest dog, such a lovebug. They didn't have to make a decision until the next day...so why ruin Valentine's Day? I mean, I KNOW it's important to get him information as soon as possible, but isn't it possible to have ONE Valentine's Day where we can enjoy ourselves?
Case in point:
1 year ago: He found out that his best friend's grandfather passed away.
2 years ago: One of our very close friends passed away.
3 years ago: My mom passed away a few days before Valentine's Day.
4 years ago: I had to work all day, 12 hour shift.
So let's cut to today....
My canary died. She was a red factor female that actually sang. She was gorgeous and had a beautiful voice.
Just not a fun day so far. OH...and it being fat Tuesday I took it upon myself to have partake. After my third one, I started bawling about how I was having dreams of my mom where she's telling me that there's something important that I will remember, but that I won't remember it until it's too late.
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