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| Table for...one? 02-14-04 02:06 AM Good morning to you, valentine; Curl your locks as I do mine--- Two before and three behind. Good morning to you, valentine. ----old English childrens refrain sung while dressed as adults ahhh, the day of love is once again upon us. Time to break out the flowers and candy. Who decided that flowers and candy would be the trademark of a pseudo-holiday celebrating the martyrdom of a Catholic saint? I have often wondered that I think perhaps one day, many years ago, the dentists and manure manufacturers got together to find a way to globally drum up business. They decided on flowers and candy....seemed much more romantic than "here baby...eat shit" I will not be receiving flowers nor candy from a beau (do people still say beau? it just seems right somehow). Nor will I be giving any. This Valentines Day will truly be about love for me. The love of my Self. Its about time I stood up and treated myself like I should be treated. I take myself for granted all the time. I never get around to doing all the little things I tell myself I am going to do for me, I ignore my feelings, I have even been known to abuse myself (any woman that has ever worn control top pantyhose KNOWS what im talking about). When I am by my Self and feeling a little...frisky...I do not take the time to fully appreciate my Self, but instead just go for a solo quickie. That is no way to treat the one true love of my life. So this fine day I will treat my SELF like the fabulous woman I am. I am going to start off by maybe making a little breakfast and serving it in my bed. Pour my sweet Self a hot cup of coffee and chuckle at how funny my Selfs hair looks in the morning. I am going to spend the day doing things that I want to do. I might take my Self out for a brisk walk, then come home and have a hot bath and indulge in some personal maintenance (see legs reference in previous entry). I will make my Self anything I want for dinner. I will eat it by candlelight. I will curl up on the sofa and watch a good movie by my Self. I might play a little music and dance around in a silly display. I will take my Self to bed at night in clean crisp cotton sheets and rest under a puffy duvet (feather & down filled blanket for all the guys reading this). And that will conclude my night...alone...with Me. (well actually it might not, but if there is anything else, i am not going to share graphic details with you) Happy Valentines Day to all lovers... Happy International Quirkyalone day to those a little more like me. Happy Saturday to everyone else. |
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