All My Single Ladies

Happy Valentine's Day everybody!! And especially those of us without actual living, breathing Valentines. We won't be getting diamonds today, but that's ok.  We've got... well, we've got each other. I love you, single ladies! :)


From a jewelry store ad that MM showed me once:

Our left hand plans ahead. Your right hand plans for anything. Your left hand arrives on time. Your right hand knows just how late is fashionable. Your left hand gets it done. Your right hand shows the world how it's really done. Women of the world, raise your right hand.

Your left hand dreams of love. Your right hand makes dreams come true. Your left hand lives happily ever after. Your right hand lives happily here and now. Women of the world, raise your right hand.
Your left hand says you're taken. Your right hand says you can take over. Your left hand believes in destiny. Your right hand believes in the moment. Your left hand celebrates the day you were married. Your right hand celebrates the day you were born. Women of the world, raise your right hand.

Except for Beyonce. She can raise any damn hand that she wants to!

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