Happy Valentine's Day!

You know, I used to loathe Valentine's Day. Being single, and all, it was all a bit too "salt in the wounds" for my taste. But strangely, this year I find myself not caring a hoot. I could care less. I do not give a fig. Why anyone would want a fig from me, I don't know, but I'm not going to give you one no matter how much you whine. The thought of getting boring ass red roses from an unimaginative man, of having to go out to dinner with all the other couples being couple-y, of having obiligatory Valentine's sex. Meh. No thanks. Not that I wouldn't love a nice romp in the hay with a gorgeous hunk, hell, or even a good cuddling session, but I don't need the obligatoriness of it all. The lack of thought that goes into most Valentine's presents or cards. That I have no need of.

So, there you have it. Bizarrely I'm in an excellent mood. Still no sign of the M that comes with PMS, can't stuff my face with chocolate because it has too many calories (though I will have some), can't drown my sorrows in wine because of the old calorie thing either. But so far, today's a good day. Who knew?