I love getting a new hat but where's the steak? (I mean, cucumber sandwich)
Yes. Yes, that's the thing. It's fine for people in love, but I remember my years upon years of singlehood when Valentine's Day felt like an insult. It was a day of mourning for me, a day I just wanted to hide.
It is sort of an elitist holiday, sort of lovey-dovey in-your-faceness.
Can you read what's at the bottom of the card Vanda? My french isn't good enough -- something about a pretty man and a woman stopping herself.
It goes something like this:"When she first sees a handsome ladWithout hesitation she stops herselfThen he carries her hatboxThe milliner" It's rough, but there you have it.
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I love getting a new hat but where's the steak? (I mean, cucumber sandwich)
Yes. Yes, that's the thing. It's fine for people in love, but I remember my years upon years of singlehood when Valentine's Day felt like an insult. It was a day of mourning for me, a day I just wanted to hide.
It is sort of an elitist holiday, sort of lovey-dovey in-your-faceness.
Can you read what's at the bottom of the card Vanda? My french isn't good enough -- something about a pretty man and a woman stopping herself.
It goes something like this:
"When she first sees a handsome lad
Without hesitation she stops herself
Then he carries her hatbox
The milliner"
It's rough, but there you have it.
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