Yep. Just had one.
It involved the ladies at church coming up with this idea to write love notes to one another and then on Valentine's Day take the notes, with a bag of candy, to each woman's home.
I will sheepishly admit that I thought the idea was cheesy. I will also admit that I don't do serious cheese. I'll do silly cheese, but not the serious kind.
So I didn't write any notes.... well, I didn't intend to write any notes but I did end up writing two, one of which was for my friend who handed me a pile of papers and told me I was being rude. I wrote her a super cheese note--out of silliness.
Then what happens?
Come on... I know you can guess.------Right.
I got a bunch of love notes, all of which told me how friendly and nice and personable I was.
And all I could think, while reading through my little pile, was of the big, fat, circled, underlined and written in red grade I'd just received.
Boy did I ever bomb that test.
Attention everyone who thinks I'm a great friend... sorry I didn't write you a love note telling you just exactly the same thing. I was resisting the holiday. I was thinking that if I participated I would be labeled a supreme cheese and would never live it down.
Each and every note warmed my heart to bursting and I truly feel like a massive wretch for Scrooging out Valentine's Day.
Does this mean I have to cheerfully participate in a 'What's Your Love Language' test? Or can I just call it good with the public apology?