Valentines Day also marks my 8th anniversary of receiving my worst-ever speeding ticket (reckless, whoooo -hooooo!) about 200 feet south of Hill High Orchard. I was driving ridiculously fast in my poo-brown 1982 Volvo 240 (RIP, little man), and had a carload full of laundry blocking the rear window. The cop was not very nice. It's pretty kind of great that Valentines Day does not result in a whole lot more for moi than conjured of memories of traffic violations.
Also, tonight I am going home and maybe scan a photo of the N and I's first V-Day together. He spent a lot of money he didn't really have on a dinner out at the fanciest place in town, and we dressed up AND HOW. I am wearing the shortest crushed-velvet dress you have ever seen in your lifetime, along with some giant platform heels. He is wearing a tie.
He looks as if he is about to marry a hooker child bride, but oh sweet internet, you better believe I had some serious legs in my day. Christ almighty.