It all started in 1st grade. With his blue-green eyes, dirty-blond hair and adorable dimples, Danny was going to marry me. We'd live in a big yellow house with a brown and white striped cat, an apple tree on the front lawn, and an apricot tree in the back. But when Valentine's Day came, he gave Kristy -that sleazy bitch!- a Valentine with a big red heart that said, "Will you be mine?" What did I get? A f*ck'n lousy card with a freckle-faced boyish-looking girl in raggedy jeans holding a baseball bat. The stupid message: "Hey sport, Happy Valentine's Day!" Thanks, Danny. Thanks a lot! And Valentine's Days have gone downhill ever since...So let's celebrate.
Be inspired, and not intimidated, by the fun entries below. The winner will get some fair-trade chocolate and an autographed copy of my book, Just the Right Time. YOU, dear readers, will place your votes when all the contributions are in. So, spread the word, eat chocolate, and be a hater. Because I love you.