Valentines Yah!

So I spent Valentines alone. Well, I take that back. I spent the night of love cuddled up with an industrial sized dishwasher and a high powered hose. Let me let you in on a secret; it wasn’t fun. When you work at one of the most renowned "date restaurants" in town, Valentines Day doesn't have a very romantic appeal. In fact, after that night, the word Valentine will forever have a disgustful pain associated with its very utterance. (ex. Hearing the word "valentine" = chewing on a mouthful of tin foil; or possibly, shaving long hair with a dull razor and no cream. )

Fortunately the turmoil of dishwashing has come to a period of rest. I am now officially a Marina's cook. My new job title allows me to focus on two of the things I enjoy most: 1. cooking, and 2. not washing dishes.

Dishes had become such an intricate part of my life, I had actually written a draft for a post all about them. The draft was designed to enlighten the reader about the many interesting aspects of the Marina's dishes and the stimulating experience of dealing with them. Fortunately for you, my new advancement spelled salvation for you from the post that would have been.

Reading over this post I can easily see it’s the most ridiculous one thus far, and possibly more so than the “Dish Creed” would have been. However, it's been too long since any poetic theme or idea has presented itself to me so I’ll have to make due. I have many fresh topics to dwell on concerning certain occurrences in and about my church so stay tuned for some further, much more interesting posts.