Valentines Day

“Don’t talk to me about Valentine’s Day. At my age an affair of the heart is a bypass!” Joan Rivers

Another Valentines Day…

Without a valentine.

Again.

It’s like:

Christmas without a tree

Prom without a date

New Years Eve with no one to kiss at midnight

July 4^th without someone special to watch the fireworks with

A birthday without candles

It’s kinda sad. But I’m sorta getting used to it.

Well, I’m going to choose to look at the bright side of this dilemma. It’s better than getting dumped on Valentines Day!

I’m watching the Charlie Brown Valentines Day special. He can’t get a valentine either. At least I’m in good company.

Tazmanian Devil

I don’t understand it, but I can walk into a spotless apartment and within five minutes, it looks like it’s been robbed.

Why is this?

And there’s no one there but me.

I’m the one that did it.

No one else.

I’d like to be able to blame it on someone or the dog or something. But I live alone.

Without a dog.

Damn.

How can one little person create such a mess?

What’s up with that?

As I walk through, clean in front of me, I turn and look behind me. It’s as if a tornado passed behind me as I walked.

Once I’m through, the place is trashed.

And guess who has to clean it up?

Really?