It's Valentine's day.
So as the "Last Girl Standing" I feel there's an obligation to write some sort of rant-like post on how this is the worst day of the year and life is so unfair and blah blah blah... but, really? It's not and it isn't. In fact, I'm indifferent on the subject... content to spend my day consuming cinnamon hearts and cherry sours instead of being consumed by heartache and being sour at the world. And while couples everywhere seem to be scrambling with the rigamarole of babysitters and dinner reservations I'm cuddled up under a blanket (red, no less) watching reruns of The Office after a long day of work knowing that the busiest I'll be tonight is having to brush my teeth AND wash my face, while others run from store to store in hopes of finding flowers that aren't wilted and cards that haven't been picked over in an attempt to make a big deal out of something that really isn't a big deal at all.
And so I wish you all a happy day. Not a Valentine's day, per se, but just a day that leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy... whether it be from spending time with someone you love or from being nestled up on the couch beneath a fuzzy red blanket with a well-earned glass of wine.