Love letters.

I would probably be the first person to say that Valentine's Day is overrated, though I'd be the first person to snatch up that box of chocolate and devour each and every sugary morsel. Well, actually, I'd think about doing that while opening the box, but the analytic-me will kick in and I'll plan out how I can fit the into my Weight Watchers daily points allowance.

As I was getting into the Valentine's Day spirit, making gift boxes for the Princess's classmates, reveling in the sheer amount of chocolate there is in this house at this moment as a result, and yes, calculating how many Hershey's kisses I might be able to eat after dinner, I received the most thoughtful of notes from a certain someone. And I felt the need to convey my appreciation for such thoughtfulness.

This person wrote how much they care about me and pray for me still, even though she has been mad at me and the situation (the situation being my marriage issues, since after all EVERYONE seems to be a part of it), but thank God for He has filled her heart with love and I suppose now she doesn't feel a strong urge to gouge my eyes out.

And this was my favorite part, which I will forever keep in mind, even in the event I make it big and get a job shooting Victoria's Secrets lingerie models (the naughty little things that they are): that I need to remember that God has given me special talents and "He desires good, not evil from me." I am assuming that last part was in quotes because it was taken verbatim from the Bible (me being the heathen that I am, I wouldn't know).

So how do I react to such jibberish? Do I laugh? Do I cry out in frustration? Do I use it to line the kitty litter box? I shall just keep my mouth shut and let this person continue believing that what dribbles out of her brain actually matters to me. Oh, and blog about it here because I'm just mean and cynical like that.

Might as well live up to my reputation.