Heart Felt, Indeed

As if Valentine’s Day wasn’t sweet enough to begin with, look at what I found in my mailbox yesterday:

Kathy sent me a lovely and heart felt package full of Valentine goodness! There was chocolate, a disgruntled housewife pad of paper (which says ‘Make your own damn dinner!’ on the front—I’m not quite there with my loathing of the domestic yet… right now it’s more like ‘toilet: clean your own damn self!’, but maybe that’s written on one of the inside pages… I’ll have to check.), a beautiful postcard, and a couple of things that might look familiar to you from her crafty post yesterday:

Yep, her luscious soap wrapped in felty goodness, and an absolutely gorgeous brooch. Thank you, Kathy!

And while I’m still on the subject of Valentine’s Day, I’m also happy to report that my nose is Bioré fresh this morning and that I officially ‘broke up’ with the clinic yesterday. Anybody that doesn’t have the common courtesy to make a simple phone call after four dates isn’t worth my time. Granted, it took me almost a month and four dates/interviews to figure that out, but I finally did it.

Dear Clinic:

We’re better off as friends.

Love, Dana L.

(Yep, I’m breaking up via blog. Even more of an insult than breaking up over the phone, e-mail, or text message à la Britney Spears. Burn! Sssssss! Now cue those infectious beats of ‘I Will Survive’ already…)

So today I’m back to the resumé grind—which, out of all the grinds, is admittedly not my favourite—but at least I’ve got a tubful of chocolate to keep me motivated. Until next time, dear readers, wish me luck!