V-Day

14 Feb

I love Valentine’s Day.  Always have.  The weird thing is, I’m usually single on Valentine’s Day, but I still love it.  It’s a day to have an excuse to look extra pretty and eat chocolate and go out with friends.  But this morning, I rolled out of my bunk bed as I listened to a rooster crowing down the street (he starts around 4 am every morning).  I slapped on the same clothes I’ve been wearing all week and spent the day building a house in a Mexican slum, shopping for mattresses in a Mexican warehouse store, and giving dirty kids piggy back rides.  When we got back to the base, I just wished so much that I could be clean, like head-to-toe clean, and wear a cute outfit and make-up and have a cute, funny guy take me to dinner and a movie and maybe ice cream or coffee afterward.  Instead, I’ll probably squish onto an empty bunkbed and watch a movie on someone’s laptop, then go to sleep and wait for the rooster to crow tomorrow morning so I can do it all over again. 

 I’ll have to make up for it next year.

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