that v-word is the cruelest

The beginning months of every year are totally the lamest. January is long and bleak with nothing to really look forward to and somehow it's the month of impending breakups also. And then there's February which is just the stupidest reminder for all of my failed Januaries.

Especially because February comes with my least favorite day of the entire year.

Valentine's Day.

It's really the grossest.

In my whole entire life I've never had a positive Valentine's Day experience. When PC and I were together we were too poor to do anything so it was always kind of a let down. Then after that I was just by myself. Forever alone. For three years in a row now. I was hoping this year would be different, but it actually turned out just like I feared it would.

How sad is that?

So I'm just hoping that Thursday goes by unnoticed and I don't have to see too many googly eyed couples all lovingly holding on to one another while I cuddle with my dog and drown my sorrows in action movies and a glass of wine.

Maybe some year I will like Singles Awareness Day, but this year is not that year.

To distract myself from all of this negative nonsense I think about how my puppy is getting big! I remember when I used to be able to fit her just on the inside of my jacket - my cute little runt of the litter! And now she's 26 pounds of black fur and adorableness.

Plus I was able to visit TheKeeper in Seattle this past weekend. We went skiing and ate at a fancy restaurant way out of our price range. (Thanks Mom and Dad!)

Also, sunsets. Those are the best.

May your February be infinitely cooler than mine and have a happy Valentine's Day - I just don't want to hear about it.