Monday, January 14, 2008
A Frothy Confection
If I send you a happy engagement card, you're probably not going to get married. I'm kind of like the angel of wedding death that way, all good intentions and Hallmark joy and then I get the inevitable announcement of the collapse of the relationship, usually after I purchase a Congratulations On Your Wedding! card, some piece of frothy confection with figures gliding into the sunset or rings or hands or some such bullshit that signifies forever. I don't know why I have this talent, but I do. It's not the superpower I would have picked, that's for damn sure.
Now the Valentine's decorations are upon us from all angles, the hearts and flowers dangling from every supermarket display. Part of me doesn't mind despite my feelings about the holiday. I like the color red, like blood, and I can't say anything bad about hearts because they were the only artistic thing I could ever make in grade school. You fold the construction paper and cut out half of it to make it whole. It seemed amazing to me how easy it was to give someone your love in such a simple form! I suppose mine weren't the best ones, though; I've never been good with arts and crafts. So I tend to buy things other people make and hope against hope, like we all do, for the best.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You're never guaranteed about next year. People ask what you think of next season, you have to seize the opportunities when they're in front of you.” Brett Favre
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday! Thanks for all the sweet comments yesterday!