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Roses, Hearts, Breaks!

It's been a long winter already...loads of holidays, sicknesses, clearing out, and now it's half term! Seems like the year is almost over, but it's just begun!

We've gotten past all the New years stuff and just this week it was Valentines Day...or shall I say a malfunctioned store spending fake holiday! I don't understand this holiday at all or all the hoopla people make of it.  Are you saying that you love me the most only on this day??? I thought you loved me every day??!! And why buy me a red teddy, red roses, and a box of red roses chocolates?  Why not buy them for me every day :)    I'll be the happiest, reddest, and fattest chic around this end!

 I think romance has become so fabricated these days what with all the break ups and make ups and money splurged on flowers and candy that real romance has flown right out the window.  Shall I tell you what my kind of romance is? The old fashioned kind..love letters, a written one, at least once a month.  A letter where he pours out his heart, whether it be lovey dovey or one where he states how much he hates me and all my bad habits...as they say something is better than nothing.  At least this way I know what's going on in that little head of his and also this is a cheaper version of couples therapy! I've never received one of these infamous letters but when I do I reckon I'll be blushing ear to ear! 
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