lonely little me.

Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope you get some action.

I, of course, will not be getting lucky on this holiday o’ love. Although it seems that Jorge and I must have spent numerous Valentine’s Days apart, I can actually only remember one other time when we were separated, just before I left for Ghana. This will be the second.

Well, we never do much anyway. We made a big(ish) deal of it during the first 2 years we were together. Jorge, bless his heart, was so young, and knew so little about me, that he actually gave me a stuffed animal on our first Valentine’s Day. And a balloon. I think he must have stolen them from his baby niece. The older and more sophisticated Jorge sticks with flowers and good food now.

The picture is from another Valentine's Day party - with my very own homemade valentine.