Or as it is known here in the Philippines “Hearts day”.
My particular heart is mostly a mass of scar tissue but otherwise I’ve got no complaints. I may not have “a” date tonight, but I’m hosting a dinner for twenty and looking forward to spreading some love around. More to come on that.
Besides, given my history in “love” relationships I’m probably better off without it. This Venn diagram sums up my experience pretty well:
My nephew Josh seems to have the McCrarey love curse as well. He posted this on his Facebook page today:
And speaking of Hitler, does this sound familiar to anyone of you?
Democratic Socialism, National Socialism. Same same.
Sorry for the detour into politics. Blame it on my broken heart!
Love hurts
Love scars
Love wounds and marks
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain
Love hurts
Ooh love hurts
Some fools think
Of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They’re not foolin’ me
I know it isn’t true I know it isn’t true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh love hurts
I do hope you take numerous food-porny photos of your dinner spread. Feeding twenty is no easy task. Good luck!
Oops! It wasn’t my intention to mislead, but I did not mean to imply I was preparing a meal for 20. What I did was provide a meal. Pictures on the blog tomorrow!
I’ll look forward to the images, whatever the volume of food.