T'is the season of love. Valentine's Day falls on a weekend and the streets last night were filled with beaming young ladies carrying bouquets of flowers, huggable teddy bears making their appearance that were usually sitting quietly at the department store's children's section and men making a beeline to the florist & cupcake shops.  My husband is not big on celebrating it. Over the years, we ended up making  the 14th of February a celebration of self-love while transforming 364 days of the year into Valentine's instead.

If you were to take yourself out on a date this month, where would this be?

Have you ever had the weirdest and the loveliest morning at the same time?