My Funny Valentine

We don't really celebrate the Valentine's. This time last year, Blake was taking his preliminary examination and probably collapsed immediately after he got home. Two years ago this time, we were watching the Winter Olympics like two champion couch potatoes.

It is quite a blessing for us that the naked Cupid boy stumbles upon a Tuesday this year. Blake doesn't have a sweet tooth. I don't like commercial holidays. When the special day for chocolate manufacturers falls on an unremarkable Tuesday, it is a perfect reason for us not to do anything.

But strange things do happen on Tuesday.

It snowed in Tucson!

Also, when I came home from the RA meeting, I found my place was broken into and visibly altered.

1) My piling dishes in the sink were gone!

2) There was a floral plant with tacky heart-printed ribbons stuck inside my paper towels!

3) Half of my acidic drinks in the fridge were missing!

I was surely speechless and felt an impulse to draft a letter to nowhere.

Dear mystery intruder:

Why you stole my orange juice and redeemed yourself by washing my dishes and leaving an inappropriate sign of affection? What do you want from me? Don't you understand that I'm engaged and you clearly crossed the line?

Yours confused,
Me