Revisiting kiddie Valentines

Remember Valentine's Day when you were in grade school? Picking out the box of Valentine cards with puppies, kitties or some popular cartoon character on them, and sending the "Be Mine" ones to all the cute boys in your 3rd grade class hoping they got the hint. It took a number of years before I realized that all they really wanted was the candy attached to it.

Now, 25 years after I wrote my last kiddie-style Valentine, I got a Valentine from a good friend and co-worker this year. It was awesome. Granted, it was also attached to a monster chocolate bar, which made it even awesome-er, but it made me want to go out and buy a box of Valentines and send them to all my adult friends. It was a fun way to bring a little goofiness into what's turned into a very obligatory holiday. And of course, it's a great way make sure your friends know that "You rock, Valentine!"

Comments

BriGuy said…

lol Not a bad idea. It's a little late for me this year, but I think I just might try to send out my Christmas cards today!

February 14, 2009 at 12:45 PM

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