… it’s skulls, relics and martyrdom.
I will also embracing my inner Slav this evening, at the counsel of my friends, and celebrating the feasts of Sts. Cyril and Methodius by drinking Vodka. Lots of Vodka.
Interestingly though, this is the first Valentine’s Day in many years I find myself without a boyfriend or dating someone. I hate that word, boyfriend. I was pleasantly surprised; however, no one could even see my Scarlet Letter “A” indicating I was “Alone” and thus I was spared from children’s taunts and people pelting me with cabbages. I even left the paper bag at home. So it was a good day…
See how absurd that all sounds. Some girlfriends and I refer to today’s “holiday” as Single’s Awareness Day but really no one even notices you’re single, except maybe a busy body aunt or mom who is dying for grandkids. I have a son so my folks pretty much stay off my back.
This warm fuzzy moment was brought to you by Grey Goose and Godiva.
… see how stupid that sounds.