A Funny Valentines

It was weird spending Valentines Day alone this year.  Don't get me wrong...most of my February 14th's have been dateless and alone and it hasn't been a problem.  I actually think that not having someone and being alone is sometimes easier than missing the one you have and being alone. 

As a singleton, I would have embraced the day for all it was worth and not missed a beat.  But with me being on the West Coast and my Valentine being on the East Coast this year...I was a little sad and just missed my guy.

In my efforts to self-medicate, I decided a day of shopping was necessary.

The day started off with me sleeping in and enjoying a relaxing morning with the kitties (yes, we have two now - obtaining the second one was a blog within itself).  I had a couple of errands to run (i.e. - getting a pedicure, shopping for a frame of the photo of me and Jack, etc.) so I pried myself out of my PJ's and out the door.  The fact that it was nearly 80 degrees out made it a little easier to get motivated.

I love SoCal.

I got the pedi (color = Mysterious), couldn't find a worthy frame so I went shoe shopping instead, bought a couple of fab dresses and discovered the African Sunrise Latte at Coffee Bean.  It was quite the "me" day.  I relaxed...got some sun...window shopped.  It was only until I decided to buy a great big French Memo Board that I decided it was time to head back home for some Olympic watching. After walking several blocks to the car carrying the massive above-mentioned purchase, I then realized that my keys were nowhere to be found.  Being Miss OCD, I always know where everything is all the time...even if I don't want to know.  I dug through my purse, retraced my steps in my mind...and then looked in the car.  Yep, right where I left the damn things.  In the IGNITION. 

A little panic set in...then a bit of rage...

Then the what the hell did you do that for and what am I going to do now questions starting rolling over in my head.  My mind starting racing...no one lives close enough in LA to call (you could live five miles away and that's a potential hour drive), it was Valentines Day, hubby was in NYC...and even if I got a ride to my place to get the spare key that was hanging right inside the door, I wouldn't have the house key to get in to get it because that, too, was dangling from my steering column.

The vision of my spare key hanging right inside the back door began invading my thoughts.

Like a knight in shining armor, as Cupid would have it, my awesome husband (who was actually working in NYC the entire day) managed to save the day from 3,000-ish miles away.  I had no Google, no AAA, and my insurance company was closed for the day.  Hubby made a few calls and within 30 minutes I had my car opened (his AAA people were nice enough to help me, even though I am not on the account).  It's times like that that are good reminders of the fact that marriage is the gift that keeps on giving. Even from so far away.

I'm pretty sure the whole damsel in distress on Valentines Day concept may have helped me out a little bit. 

I made it home safe and sound and enjoyed my peaceful evening thoroughly.  The thirties are just a little different then the twenties, aren't they?  It's taken me a while to admit this...and actually accept it.

Happy Valentines Day to all you singles and marrieds out there.  Cheers.  XOXO