The cutest little elfin-sized door-to-door salesgirl showed up at my house selling home-made Valentines.
Rather. She was selling this Valentine. Alone.
Sweet, right? She wrote the poem herself. And cut the heart out by herself. The principal at her elementary school insisted she charge at least 50 cents for the card. I agreed without hesitation. I'm all about supporting the arts. Then, before I could even find my wallet, she said, 'But there's more!'
You are not even going to believe this. The price included candy!
Now all I have to do is find someone worthy of such a darling Valentine.