And the winner is….

And the winner is….Amy! Congratulations! Email me your mailing address and I’ll send your romance novel and chocolates. Amy correctly guessed that my battleship feet are size 10. And though it might seem that a size 10 would be easy to find, you’re more likely to locate boxes of dead-otter shoes than strappy cute shoes.

Don’t even get me started on the long pointy-toe stillettos. They make even small feet seem huge. I tried a pair on once, and I swear, it doubled the length of my foot. Very frightening.

Thanks to all for the shoe recommendations. I think I’ll have to just order shoes online if I want the nice ones.

Let’s talk about the forthcoming Valentine’s Day for a moment, shall we? I won’t ask you what you enjoy receiving or stories about your sweetie. Instead, let’s revisit our adolescent years. Do you remember when certain school clubs would sell Valentines to be delivered? Oh, the horror. I hated Delivery Day. It was like being Charlie Brown all over again. I would dream that maybe somewhere, somehow, a secret admirer would send me a Valentine. I’d be on the edge of my seat when the Delivery person would come by.

Most years, nada. Zip. Zilch. I’d come home and my parents would have a little heart box of candy waiting for me. God bless ‘em. But how pitiful is that?

One year, I was in seventh grade, and I just about fell over when the Valentine Delivery person brought TWO Valentines to me. And they weren’t from my friends! :headspin: They were actually from A Secret Admirer!

From the horrible sloppy handwriting, I deduced (Okay, yes, I was ALL OVER that analysis like Nancy Drew with a magnifying glass and a bright light–Forensics Investigations had nothing on me.)….that the Valentines were from the boy who sat in front of me in history class. Michael Weiss was his name. He was unusually tall for his age and had the Clark Kent glasses. Okay, so he wasn’t the class hunk. But the class geek melted me into a little pool of Ahhhhh….

He never revealed it. But I figured it out. So, here’s to all the boys who will make some girl’s heart go pitter-pat when they send a secret Valentine. Gotta love ‘em.

So, did anyone ever send you a Secret Admirer Valentine?