Valentine Spies In My Cereal

Let me be totally honest here. I was not having a great day yesterday. In fact, the last few weeks have been oddly similar. I usually don't let things get to me to the point of being "depressed" - I wade through, cry, rail, cyber cuss, pick up my hemline and move on. Sad or happy I usually make some noise ( bottled up feelings are heart attacks in the making) and have little trouble expressing my emotions. Knowing when to do that is something I'm still working on. People don't generally have to drag my opinions out of me (grin). However, I would do better - at times - exercising more prudence than pounce. The people who know me best let me rant for a few hours and then say "Next page, Mims. Are you through?"

A chink in the crown? Likely. But an honest flaw I recognize.
As you know, my New Year did not start off with a bang. My home was burglarized/vandalized/trampled through the day after Christmas. I'm still, quite honestly, recovering from that and have spent a lot of time (and money) improving security and changing my habits, only to discover last week that a few more things are missing that I hadn't noticed before - a necklace from my parents that meant a lot to me and some other things. Anyway, when that happened, a friend said "I guess you feel violated all over again." I realized he was right. I did.
Cleaning started.

Again.

Just made me feel better to clean, clean, clean. So I checked that off and got over it as much as I could and royally hurt my back in the quest for a squeaky clean castle. I spent a lot of time in bed this week (it's some better now thank you very much)..... but not before I dropped my hairdryer in the toilet in typical pencil skirt fashion, nearly locked myself out of the castle with nothing but my jammies on taking pictures of the camilla bush (see?) and hung up on my mother twice (accidentally!) which started a whole unnecessary scenario with her.

She called late last night again.

"Look outside," she said. "It's snowing."

That was her apology. I know it well. And I needed a bit of magic, so I did.
Just as I was saying "I'll go look now!" like a twelve-year-old-kid-who-wants-school-to-cancel, the phone cord tangled and I hung up on her. Again.

She did not call back. I can only assume she thinks I fell and hit my head in the massive mounds of snow we got last night. For all she knows I'm still there.

Not. It was just a "dusting" as we call it here in the south.

Dusting.....dusting......

Back to my recent world....The lovely Dust Diary fairies flew in this week and pirated some very personal blog posts. What a lovely bunch of cyber crap they are (said the Queen). And I thought, "Well, I guess I feel violated all over again." Not a pity party statement, just a fact; but I detest feeling this way. I have had a lot on my plate. And now my real world and my virtual world have a bruise on the door. One without the other is bad enough, but both? I think I'm due for a little vacation and a sunnier disposition.

The camillas need it.

So, I sat down last night to open my Valentine Box from the top of my blog to cheer myself up. I'd waited all week since this post. And guess what??!!!

The box had disappeared.
Gone.

Stolen too?

No box.

No Valentines.

No surprise.

No Valentines (I said that, didn't I....)

So what did pencil skirt strong sturdy Queen of the imaginary Kingdom of The Blogosphere do?

She cried.
Yep.
That was the last straw. Do you ever just have those days (and weeks) when you think "If ONE MORE THING happens I'm going to scream? You get over the biggies, stay thankful for your blessings, line up your priorities, keep saying your prayers, lean on your friends, earn your wisdom wings and then wham! ....one day something as silly as a disappearing cyber box crumples you into a willowy mess.

The voice of my friend.... So I guess you feel violated all over again... ringing in my ears.

After a few minutes of getting my crown wet, I started laughing. Get a clue Queenie.... I was sitting up in bed crying over lost Valentines. Imagine! There are hungry people in the world and I'm crying over a stupid Valentine. Imagine! I don't have to worry about what I'm going to eat today and I'm crying over a missing Valentine's box. Ridiculous! The United States is about to shoot down a spy satellite that could fall in my cereal and I'm crying over a black hole on the internet with fluffy red hearts. Ridiculous!

So I stopped.

And laughed some more.

And knew I'd write about it. It was such a bloggable moment.

And then today, in true weird cyber fashion as of late, the box abracadrabra'd back onto the page. I blinked and it was gone. I blinked and it returned. And to think I cried over spilled hearts. Wouldn't be the first time.

Several of you left a Valentine for me today - some anonymously which only heightened the mystery (but in a good way!) and I appreciate it. So, here I sit writing a post about emptying the little mysterious red and blue box stapled to the cyber bulletin board. Here goes. Aren't you excited? I haven't been this anxious since the third grade. And why, pray tell, is this so important to me? Oh Lord. Here I go again......because well....it just is.

Don't you want to know what's in the box?

Well, I'm not telling.

But it made me smile.

Thank you, my friends. You are all awesome.

May your Valentine mailbox always be full of reappearing wishes.

I think I'll go find some people to send one to.

And call my mother.

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