Will
YOU BE ONE
of them?
It was estimated that 1 out of 2 people plan to celebrate
Valentine’s Day
S U N D A Y
but Monday
and some
F I V E D A Y S
l a t e r
is when you can cash in
on all of the
s p e c i a l s. . .
FUNDIVO. com
reports that 54.8%
will in fact celebrate Valentine’s Day. . .
$19.7 Ba-ba-ba-B I L L I O N will be spent. . .
$4.5 Billion will be spent
just in jewelry. . .
$147.00 is the average amount each person spends. . .
25-34 year old’s spend the most on this day for Lovers. . .
Now about those days,
two days,
five days
a week
possibly two week late
s p e c i a l s. . .
Here’s something kind of
j u i c y
and
s p e c i a l:
I like it dirty !
R E A L
real. . .
very, very r e a l
d i r t y
Mud-Puddle LOVE
T h e r e !
It’s out there. . .
I like a love that shows up filthy
and intends on getting muddier/dirtier
by the very moment. . .
L O V E
E t c h e s d i s t i n c t i v e l i n e s
in the D I R T t h a t
D R A W S
Everyone I n. . .
c l o s e r
U N D E R S T A N D,
I love the Hallmark,
Hollywood kind of love. . .
AS PREVIOUSLY DOCUMENTED
Our kids will bet every time who will cry first,
mom or dad,
when you put the ‘chick-flick’ on. . .
and to be honest,
they’ve not lost a whole lot of money
betting on M E. . .
B A M. . .
I’ll let the tears go,
save your tissues,
let those tears race down my face
to see which hits the beard first.
I don’t care!
BUT. . .
that’s not the kind of Dirty,
muddy,
pot-holed kind of love
I’m talking about. . .
I’m talking about the kind of love
that shows up filthy dirty,
holes in the pants,
gloves crusted in dried dirt,
hat matted with sweat and mud,
shoes with more
‘H O L E T H A N S O L E’
and zipperless coats that don’t hold the heat
and invite a cold that makes the heart shiver
more than a regular beat. . .
THAT KIND OF LOVE
wont’ get you a movie part
or probably even noticed
but it WILL get you remembered. . .
Want to have the most perfect of Valentine’s Days?
S K I P I T !
Seriously,
S K I P I T!
Be more concerned about February 19
or the 28th or even April 14. . .
that’s the Love that’ll matter the most. . .
Love’s a dirty,
muddy-filled pothole
that will jar you
when you least expect it
on a day that has no calendar page assigned to it. . .
Psssssssssssssst:
T H A T ‘ S T H E G O O D N E W S !
s o m e t i m e s. . .
LOVE SHOWS UP
Not quite in the
SHAPE
TEXTURE
COLOR
We expect. . .
And Glorious as it is,
WE MISS IT—
D O N ‘ T
Love doesn’t have to be flowers,
a box of chocolates,
a long look that’ll knock you to your knees,
a kiss that will outlast the ravages of dementia. . .
Love doesn’t have to be perfect
t o b e l o v e !
Love just moves into the most unlikely neighborhoods
when everyone else boards up and moves away. . .
Don’t let the imperfect,
messy,
dirty-hearted
love stop you
from not only doing what your heart does best,
but what another’s needs the most!
May your Love be a
V E R B. . .
and never a Noun!
Now go jump in a mud puddle!
. . .h a p p y v a l e n t i n e ‘ s
D A Y S !