Happy Valentines Day!

Hey Yall! I hope you are all having a wonderful Valentines Day! My Valentine and I had breakfast at Cracker Barrel which always starts the day good. Mr. Frannycakes has been working a 16+ hours night shift for the past two weeks during the yearly shutdown. He actually "volunteered" to work this shift. I guess he thought he was still in his 20's or even 30's. He has actually faired pretty well, you know, for his age.....hehehehehehehe......but I hope he doesn't "volunteer" again. But back to the story...His last night working was supposed to be last night, but he broke it to me at breakfast that he would have to work one more night. I am almost used to it now. So no big deal.

He went to bed shortly after we got home and I sat down to read the paper. I did a few more things and then my eyes started to get heavy. So I decided that I would just take me a quick little nap. Unfortunately, I couldn't get warm, so I went and got a heated throw and plugged it in and proceed to go straight to la la land. For a total of 4 whole hours. It was glorious.

I saw something Saturday in Savannah I have never seen before. At the corner of intersections, people were selling Valentine gift baskets. You know the kind, baskets filled with gifts and wrapped in cellophane and tied with a pretty bow. Obviously, I have seen gift baskets before. But one of the things in it was what I have never seen before. Of course you know that a dozen roses is a pretty standard thing to give to your loved one for Valentines. Right? And what happens after a few days (if you are unlucky) or a week (if you ARE lucky, real lucky)? They are gone, dead as a door nail. I love that saying. So instead of having to go out and buy these beautiful roses that may not make it till tomorrow, why not give something, that looks the same, but can be enjoyed for years to come? That's right! A framed picture of a dozen red roses! Now these framed pictures weren't small. They stood high in the baskets, so high that I could actually see it clearly from the far lane looking to the corner where they were selling them. And the scary part is, most of them were gone by the time I went back home. Somebody is enjoying their beautiful roses in a picture. They might actually be on to something there. But not at Frannycakes house. Never. You got that Mester?

I guess I better go....still kind of sleepy.....