A
friend’s grown daughter celebrates not her birth-day, but
birth-week. A level-headed gal, she plans and saves throughout
the year to treat herself nicely, often involving a brief out-of-town trip, complete
with frills.
I
happen to think that’s a fabulous idea; one we all should adopt. Make it easier on kids with December 25th-type birthdays.
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I chose February
14th as
the date for doomed Wedding #2, which, as yet untouched by selective memory, I do not recommend for any idealistic, unmarried readers. It begins my own holiday trilogy: followed up by my Sister's and late Father's birthdays, much more pleasant to recollect. One right
after another, it's easy to remember.
So I think I’ll take a page
from my book, cut this post short, and stretch out my own week.
Enjoy your Valentines, chocolate or other!
Enjoy your Valentines, chocolate or other!
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