Dear Me,
Happy Valentine’s Day.
You are loved.
By lots of people.
Family, friends, even the mortgage company loves you for paying on time, your favorite stores love you for continuing to support in this rabid economy. And Mark West Winery loves you for your continued patronage. See, you are LOVED a thousand times over.
Even the parental units sent a V-day card this year
reminding you one more time that being 35 and single is always good cause to
continue receiving Hallmark cards with chimps dressed in tutus proclaiming
their love for you.
And while you may not have anyone to snuggle up to and share
a romantic toast with, you do have a fridge full of chilled chardonnay and a
pantry stuffed with cheesy puffs and Double Stuffed Oreos. Okay, let’s be serious, you don’t have that
trash filled in your pantry, but you wish you did.
Your family physician loves you enough to tell you to drop
15lbs and get the cholesterol in check so you’ve been hoarding baby carrots and
hummus and avoiding the cheese and cracker love fest you usually indulge in. But, I’m dead serious about the fridge filled
with chardonnay, thank Gawd.
Let’s not forget a DVR filled some of the juiciest of
reality TV shows. I love that your life is real and you're not in those people's twisted lives of hot messes. You're normal. Loves it.
And the treadmill, while you hate it and want it out of your
life, eventually you’ll learn to love it.
And right now, it loves your thick thighs and heavy bootie pounding on
it.
And while you may hate the mirror right now, one day you’ll
look in it and see how much you are loved by the person starring back.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Love,
Me
P.S. These two fools love you the most-est. And why wouldn't they? You gave them their forever home.
