Like mustard on a weenie

 

Way back when, this was most exciting day of the school year. There was a cardboard mailbox, decorated with construction paper hearts, where everyone deposited their little valentines in envelopes.

We had already addressed them at home the night before, using a class list. In the afternoon, after a long day of anticipation, the teacher picked a couple of lucky kids to be postmen and deliver the valentines around to each desk where we waited patiently. Finally, that pink cupcake or cookie treat on a napkin.

The cards were usually just signed on the back, but sometimes, a thrilling XXXOOO from a daring secret admirer. 

Have a sweet day.