JoannaWayne@hotmail.com, I'll get your book in the mail.
Okay, admit it, you've had great Valentine Days and ones you'd like to forget-or live down. How about a some true confessions today. My most romantic surprise was a visit to my house by a barbershop quartet to sing me a love song and bring me a rose. Would have been far more romantic if dear hubby had actually been there to share it with me. But it was Saturday--so he was on the golf course. Romance just goes so far with him.
He's golfing, I'm writing in tacky pj's with uncombed hair and no makeup. Get the picture. The doorbell rings. I peek out the window and see four middle-age guys in red sports coats that I've never seen before in my life. They have to be selling something. Right? No way am I going to the door. So I stay well hidden while the doorbell rings--and rings--and rings. Then my phone rings. I pick it up and the guy announces that they're at my door to sing me a love song so will I please let them in.
What can I do but pull on my ratty robe and open the door to four jolly men in bright red sports coats who do indeed harmonize to a love song. And give me a rose. And then they want to take my picture with them. You have got to be kidding. No picture, but my hubby did get a big hug and sloppy kiss when he returned victorious from the golf course. After all, he meant well. And he took me out to dinner.
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Hugs to all. Stay warm.