i sing commercial jingles.

indicative.

i just woke up liking that word.

all of a sudden.

indicative of....insanity.

well you make up your own mind.

13th jitters.

really. really?

go ahead and buy into it all.

i'll be here anyway.

making some moolah.

package of heart chocolate.

thanks.

i've eaten most all of it already.

night out.

roses.

strawberries.

and dinner. oh my!

i enjoyed the company.

swing side to side.

but like 3 feet apart.

day of valentine.

i'll be at my usual spot.

writing a hit paper.

or so i hope....

i still have to get over the whole everything else to do.

perfect day.

the perfect burger...

here anyway.

so what do you say?

yes! let's go to dinner!

it will be perfect!

and go to a dance.

where i've probably danced more than ever.

although my 45 year old inside says NO.

that is "inappropriate."

that makes me sound like my mother's daughter.

eh....

let's change into pajamas.

and JUST DANCE!

hahaha.

i know you love that song bg.

no really leave me be.

because you are not called for here.

but you will come and ruin the rest of the evening anyway.

yeah. thanks for that.

don't think to speak again.

not to me anyway.

you've burned your last match.

and it wasn't even terribly good.

with what you did.

monday back to normalcy.

but for today.

i shall be the happy version.