Dear Cupid, you suck!

I'm not sure you remember the letter I wrote to you a couple of weeks ago.  Here is a refresher: Dear Cupid Part I.

I just perused my list again, and I just could not find the line where I asked you to send me a head cold and a 100.6 degree fever for Valentines Day.  And I scrolled through my memory banks and  nowhere did it hold a spot where I even THOUGHT about not being able to breathe through EITHER nostril, nor did I ask for my ears to be inflamed from the inside out and my eyes to be burning like hot lava.

So you can keep your crappy cold.  And your no good bow and arrow.  And tell your friend the Easter Bunny that I'm on to this little game of yours.

Lose this number!