While sitting there with refrigerated drink machines humming in the background, TV playing softly overhead, my MP3 playing a Nora Roberts romance novel in my ear, working on some mindless knitting (Knit Picks Abundance Afghan) I was far from being in a loving mood as the novel's heroine was being wined and dined by candelight, showered with rose petals and then gifted with an expensive ruby and diamond antique bracelet, when all I was getting was the familiar shaft: he screws up/I pay. I thought how appropriate for February, love bites! Then I thought 'Love Bites.' It depends on how you say it. Maybe I could come up with a Love Bite, like a sound bite, like a bee sting, like a knitting note, or whatever, for each day leading up to Valentine's Day. It could be a hunka hunka
Love Bite #1 - Be your own best friend.
Bona Fide Knitter